100 word challenge week 64

This week Julia's challenge is to create a recipe fit for a witch.

Now, I thought about this when I read it and decided to try to  do something different to what I expect the others to do, for after all witches do not have to be bad do they?

This time of the year, with Haloween looming (and I hope the forecast is correct so that the trick or treaters stay home) it is all too easy to slip into bad witch territory.

So, here is mine- hope you like it. If it seems somewhat confusing see the note at the end :)

Comments good or bad welcomed. 

(By the way, have I ever mentioned that I own not one, but two little black cats? ) 

                                      >^..^<         >^..^<       

Recipe

A breath of air,

From a mother’s kiss silver dust,

From a butterfly’s wing a newborn babe,

Suckling from the breast an orb spider

Weaving her intricate web.

Sparkling dewdrops,

From snowdrop’s petals a fizz,

From a sherbert dip a tender kiss,

From a lover to his sweetheart a glorious tune,

From a skylark  warmth.

From the midday sun a flicker,

From  a fire gentle purring,

From a sleeping cat bubbles rise,

From a freshwater brook hope springs ,

From an eternal optimist.

Lastly I will stir it once, twice, thrice.

My recipe for a future not yet told.

If this all seems somewhat random, I used the poem , "I saw a peacock with a fiery tail" as my inspiration; it is a poem I have often used in class with children to stimulate creativity. http://www.potw.org/archive/potw193.html

I adore poetry and love teaching it to children ; if I was in charge of the curriculum I would have far more emphasis on it because it is such a rich and varied genre of writing. But I'm not , so I just do it as much as I can.  And I wouldn't be without this book http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rhyme-Not-Teaching-Children-Poetry/dp/0340611480/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1351617050&sr=1-1 

I have been in the classroom for more than 20 years now and have not found a better poetry book than this.

Read the rest of this week's at http://www.linkytools.com/wordpress_list.aspx?id=169496&type=basic 

100 words week 38

Well, I am always up for a challenge and my goodness me Julia has pulled out all the stops this week. 
 (  http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/04/16/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week38/ )

A sonnet!? After some reading up on the internet and dusting off the Shakespeare I really thought I wouldn’t be able to manage this. But, I haven’t got too tied up with trying to be fancy with the language, just tried to get the right number of lines and rhyme. I am not sure that the rhythm is  right, but it’s my first go at a sonnet so I’m  pleased that I gave it a go.

I am now going to have a look at the others- find them at http://www.linkytools.com/wordpress_list.aspx?id=139784&type=basic

I hope next week’s isn’t a poem!!

St George and the dragon- an attempt at a sonnet.

With you I’d like to share this tale of old:

When Fair England was in deepest despair.

A fearful dragon- water did withold

From the people whom he ate with out care.

(He soon had grown tired of feasting on sheep.)

Lots were drawn deciding who’d be the bait

Chosen ones tore out their hair and did weep
For the gruesome end that would be their fate.
When the King’s daughter was next for the chop,

Returned from the crusades a valiant knight .

George drew his sword , prayed to God, and cried “STOP!”

 The dragon could not overcome his might.

At last the fearful dragon had been slayed

And   that’s how our patron Saint George was made.

100 word challenge for grown ups week 7

Having seen lots of people having a go at writing poems for this weekly challenge, I thought I would have a go. We were given three words which have been dropped from the dictionary; growlery, brabble and  foozle. I only managed to get two of them in . I thought the sound of them would work well with a mix of nonsense words. It scans OK but not sure that poetry is my forte. Good to be out of the comfort zone though :S

The strycoth

The boilig craves gumbled

As the mighty strycoth appeared

From the depths of his growlery

All smithery and affeared.

His fortis opponent stood waiting

With his tropious dagger in hand,

“Fear me you floggerscum strycoth

Let us fight, here and now, beast to man!”

With a  mighty crunchdinger the strycoth

Reared up til his horns scratched  the sky;

A deafening  hubdubba-huldulla

Shrotcottled the man by and by.

“Enough of this brabble  you slumflinger!”

Roared  the man  as he reached for his blade.

With trebendium strength, speed and slashing

The strycoth, at last, had been slayed.

I enjoyed writing this. I have just read it to my 12 YO son; "It's a bit weird , Mum." was his reaction. Well, I think I agree with him there. I coudn't get started on a story with these so tried something completely different! 

Now I really must do something about getting started on that list of things to do before term starts. Before that though, wallpaper needs to be stripped from kitchen so enough prevaricating and time for action...