Polly

Writings and Witterings


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Sundew

With thanks to Myfanwy Fox for sharing a photo and a fascinating article about a carnivorous plant on Facebook.

SundewPhoto from National Geographic

Sundew
Photo from National Geographic

Sundew

DroPlets
SwEEt secrEtions
Sundew eNsNares insects
Leaves with minusCule proJections
STicKy

Polly Robinson © 2013

Written to Tony Maude‘s inspiring prompt to write a cinquain, a five-line poem with twenty-two syllables laid out two, four, six, eight, then two again. at dVerse Poets Form for All – The Cinquain


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Photo

I’m not much of a one for putting photo’s of me on the web, but I really like this one taken at Parole Parlate. I read No Snow, Poetry Stew and Pantoum: Trust and listened to many fab performances. We had a wonderful evening.

Geoff Robinson © 2013

Polly Robinson performs Pantoum ~ Trust
Geoff Robinson © 2013


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Clapping Rhyme

I am a sad case (OK, OK, don’t go over the top with that one!) I have sadly fallen behind with the napowrimo challenge over the past couple of weeks, so I’m going to try to make up for it over the coming weekend … not that there’s the remotest chance of catching up completely, but an attempt will be made!

Our challenge from napowrimo today, 27 April, is to write a nursery rhyme or clapping rhyme. Napowrimo say ‘Most nursery and clapping rhymes have strong rhythms, use rhyme and repetition extensively, and aren’t overly concerned with making sense.’

Oh good – I can be as daft as I like … wonder who will spot the inspiration for this one!

Clapping Rhyme

One, two, three
Mother caught a flea
Father wanted sugar in his cup of tea
The sugar fell, Father threw a bell
And they all went to Jericho rather than to hell

Clap clap, clap your hands, clap your partners hands
Clap clap, cross your right with your left arm
Clap clap, clap your hands, clap your partners hands
Clap clap, cross your left with your right arm

Now bow

My Facebook told me
To update status
Then friends would find me,
No more hiatus

My Skype informed me
Contacts online now
And they were signed in
Minutes before me

One, two, three
Mother caught a flea
Father wanted sugar in his cup of tea
The sugar fell, Father threw a bell
And they all went to Jericho rather than to hell

Clap clap, clap your hands, clap your partners hands
Clap clap, cross your right with your left arm
Clap clap, clap your hands, clap your partners hands
Clap clap, cross your left with your right arm

Now bow

Polly Robinson © 2012