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Writing prompt #5 – Smelly Socks

One of the units I am particularly enjoying doing for my Master of Arts in Creative writing course is called Writing for Children. This is my main area of interest in doing the course. Our lecturer is a local writer who has many published books to her credit, including some award winners.

As a warm-up exercise in a recent workshop, Rosanne asked us to write down the title “Smelly Socks” and then asked us to write for five minutes about anything to do with smelly socks. Several students were asked to read out the results from this activity. Several were quite brilliant.

As far as I was concerned, the words “smelly socks” have a special rhythm to them which immediately suggested a poem for children. Here is the result of five minutes of writing. It’s not great poetry, but I sure had fun writing it – and then reading it to the class.

Smelly Socks

I hate smelly socks.
Smelly, smelly old socks.
They’re worse than a fox
That lives down near the docks,
Smelly, smelly, smelly, socks.

I hate smelly shoes.
Smelly, smelly old shoes.
They’re worse than dog poos
And some terrible stews.
Smelly, smelly, smelly shoes.

I hate smelly cats.
Smelly, smelly old cats.
They’re worse than my hats
And rotting old mats.
Smelly, smelly, smelly cats.

(c) 2008 Trevor W. Hampel

As I said – it’s not great poetry, but I sure had fun.

Writing prompt:

Look around the house. Find a common object. Write about it for five minutes.

This is just a warm-up exercise to get you going on your major writing project for the day. Don’t be too fussy about the end product. Try not to edit or correct as you go – just get the words down. Write solidly for five minutes and then put it aside and get on with the main writing task for the day.

Don’t throw it away – come back to it in a few days and see if there is anything you can do with it. Does it lend itself to a non-fiction article, a poem, an essay or a short story?

Above all – have fun.

Good writing.

Poem #38: A Gift

 

 

A Gift

Come to the fields,
Hear a heavenly throng
Praise our wonderful Father
In rapturous song.

Come to the stable
A wonder to see –
A child in a manger,
A gift given free.

Come to the lakeside
With the sick and the lame,
Hear all of those needy
Call His precious name.

Come to a hillside –
No glamour, no gloss.
Watch the Man who has died
Upon that stark Cross.

Come to Jesus, Christ Jesus –
No tinsel, no tree.
Just Jesus, our saviour
His gift sets us free.

Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.

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Haiku #35 Swamphen

Purple Swamphen

Struts long-legged with regal gait

Around the lake.

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel

Purple Swamphen

Purple Swamphen


Poem #37 Sacrifice

Sacrifice

Buzzing…
Buzzing…
Buzzing, frantic

Circular buzzing.
The sticky mesh hugs
The buzzing blow fly
In its web of death.

The spider dances,
Excitedly prances,
And wraps its victim
Into its security blanket.

Buzz…buzz…buzz…

Silent death comes
Like a tap dripping slower and slower,
Like a clock winding down to stop.

The life-giving moisture
Slowly sucks away until
Only a skeleton is left.

The web of death
Is a web of life.

One life dies.
Another life lives.

Sacrifice.

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel

Read more of my poetry here.

Poem #36: Raindrops

Rose in our garden

Rose in our garden

.

Raindrops

I stand

In the soft

Morning light

To watch the

Gentle rain droplets

Caressing the rose petals

Lingeringly.

 

Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel

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Read more of my poetry here.

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