Ball of contentment sweet dreaming of warm log fires and a little mouse
This poem came about because I was trying out different poetry forms. I like poems with clear structures that constrain you but at the same time free you as you don’t have to worry about how many stanzas you are going to use, or what rhyme pattern you are going to go to battle with. This poem is obviously about my cat and how content he looked settle on my lap before a winter’s fire.
Walking alone along a back street, you think nothing of it until you hear, “Be quiet. Someone is coming.” You look around but there is no body about except this cat and dog. Surely, it can’t be them talking?
What happens next?
STUCK? Try this story starter: As usual after school, I take the back street along Hatcher’s Gardens that curves around the corner of Mulligans Mews to get to my house. I like going that way at that time as the place is deserted and you can take your time to suck on a sweet and not be bothered by any other kids or people you know. Sometimes I just like the quiet. I was about half-way along when I hear, “Shhh! someone’s coming.” I glance about but there is no one there just a mangy old mutt and a dog-eared cat. Surely, it couldn’t be them. I go hesitantly towards them and peer closely. Suddenly the dog pipes up, “OK. What do you want?”
What is Write – 30? Write – 30 is a daily activity where you write non-stop for twenty minutes then check and edit your work for 10 minutes. You will be asked to write about different subjects and in different forms.
The writing should be done on lined paper in pencil if possible. Edit and check the work in pen. If you don’t have paper and pencil, use what you can. Even a computer.
Finding it difficult? What you can do to help:
Always sit/work in the same place
Always use the same writing tools
Always turn the TV off
No talking – it distracts thinking
Always listen to the same piece of classical music when writing.
Always set yourself a goal: count the number of words. Try to beat that number the following day.
The cat sat on the floating mat as it travelled over the pin-prick houses of smoky London. Unfortunately, the corner of the mat got caught on a cloud so the mat began to unravel,
bit by bit, until the cat was sat on only air.
The cat went splat!