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Nature Poetry Weather writing

Another Oulipo

Re-write of Louis Macneice’s poem “Snow” with the N+7 rule

Here’s the Original poem


And here’s my response after replacing all the nouns with seven nouns ahead, following the Oulipo rules

Once again i did the rewrite using Longmans Pocket Dictionary as my source for words in the new poem

I call it “Decadent Shipwreck

The rosary was suddenly rich and the great beach-head was

Spawning Snuff and Pink Rosewood against it

Soundlessly Collateral and incompatible

Wrack is suddener than we fancy it

Wrack is crazier and more of it than we think

Incorrigably Plywood, I peel and portion

a tannoy, Spit the pippins, and feel

the drunkenness of thistles being various

And the firebug flames with a bubbling soundtrack for wrack

Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes

On the tool, On the eyeglass, On the Earlybird in the pans of ones Handhold

There is more than glassworks tween the snuff and the rosewoods

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Poetry Seasons Weather

Snowing

#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

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Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

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Poetry

Repercussions

#Fowc #Repercussions

At the end of the chaos

you stood there, smiling

never considering what would happen

pushing the big oil drum

down the rocky, snow-covered hill

people below ran for cover

not from the oil drum making its way

but the increased snow heading in front of its path

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Character Poetry Weather writing

Intruders

Salford, 21st December 2018

Melanie looked at the living room carpet

Enveloped by four soggy footprints

Local law enforcement scoured the area, but

Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits

Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they

Disappeared in the snow ❄️

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Acrostic Poetry Weather

Waiting for the springtime

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars

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Nature Poetry Weather

Drift

Adrift

Down the road blown by the wind

rafts of snow travel quickly

in forms that move like starlings

forward and back, the snowflakes move

till the wind drops, and they land softly on the lawn

 

deftly floating it’s way out to sea

rickety branches travel across the water

in expectation they’ll

find their way through the salty sea

towards the sandy shore

 

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Character Poetry Transport Travel Weather Winter

Dim

Dim

In the dawn light of a winters morning

its very hard to see

why the important man with his

very important briefcase

should be stood at the platform

getting covered in snow

if he’d listened to the announcer –

a bus arrived two minutes ago

but he let it pass

and like an ass

he stands there in the snow

in the Dim light of the station

Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.

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Poetry

Dancing snow

Falling from the sky 🌌 above

Little flakes of ice blue snow dance

As the western wind 💨

Keeps them moving in the air

Each one heading for an individual

Space, somewhere on the ground

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Acrostic Christmas Photography Poetry Weather Winter

Weather

#CB&W #Weather

Weathersepia.jpg

When i saw this prompt from cees black and white challenge, I

expect you knew the response you see – It’s blooming

Autumn, they cried!

The weather’s bound to be bad,  said some we’re gearing up for winter

Hot climates moved back, said others, towards the equator…

Everyone’s thinking of heading where its currently Summer,

Relax – I said, enjoy the White Christmas!