Hey there 🙂

I wrote a wee limerick to finish off the year. 

As is customary for me at this time of the Christmas holidays, I have been bingeing on free tablet games.  I’m rather addicted to two that require me to faff around with coloured bubbles…

There was a bubble that was odd

Hanging about, on its tod;

No pals to burst in,

It said (with a grin)

“She’ll soon be swearing quite a lot…”

Happy New Year to all my readers!! I hope 2018 is extremely good to you 🙂

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Howdy 🙂

Tonight, I attempted an Irregular Ode:

My Creative Flair,

You oft compare

To fickle wind.

I control ye not

Your presence: fraught –

My onion skinned.

Then tears dry

My tortured eye

Soothed and at peace.

A wolf in fleece

Could not scare more

Than you. Adore

Your every move, do I;

Your slave. Your fool.

My anguished cry

Your serenade, through writers’ tools.

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Hi 🙂

An uncaged verse

Floats,

Stretches its limbs far into the margins,

Dances ‘cross a page because it can;

Twirls over conventional lines.

Sits back

When it likes,

Takes a breath in deeply

Holds it

Savours the taste.

Luscious language lingering long 

In a 

Tantalising tale.

How freeing.

I think I may have mentioned before that a lovely published author once sent me a letter (having read a selection of my poems a friend had shoved through his letterbox without my knowledge) assuring me that he thought I would be in print one day, but all the same should test the horizons of non-rhyming poetry.  In the 25 years (!) since, Free Verse and I have definitely become chums…

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Hey there 🙂

I have decided to explore a few different types of poetry while the kids are off (I am hoping to get back to some short stories come the 8th of January).  I found this site that sets each type forward in layman’s terms. 

Today I also looked at this YouTube video explaining the complexities of Iambic Pentameter (ten syllables to a line, an unstressed one followed by a stressed one, in five pairs) and decided to attempt some Blank Verse (a poem which does not rhyme but uses iambic pentameter) 😉

Suddenly I was right back in the lecture halls of Stirling University…

I thought of you in perfect rhyme, but did

Not tell my pen; who has her own sweet mind.

Instead, pink-scrawled, I think she formed iambs.

(Though Blank Verse baffles me, it must be said).

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Hello!

Youngest came up with today’s word to write an acrostic with. 

I have been spending a lot of time with Eldest, setting up our Raspberry Pi 3 on our TV, and exploring a Scratch tutorial, among other things (like watching the construction of the final piece of that fabby Lego digger from yesterday!) so I was lazy and only wrote one poem 😉

Rushed off my hooves,

Underpaid,

Dashing, always bloody dashing.

Old Santa’s getting grumpy –

Like I can help

Prancer getting slow

Having overdosed on carrots…!

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Hiya 🙂

I feel very proud of myself: I have coaxed my menfolk (and yours truly) into finding homes for ALL of our Christmas loot!  This never happens until mid-January, usually 😉

Hubby also deserves a special mention for having: put out all the rubbish, made all the festive food (which has been extremely yummy) and also having helped with my mad cleaning spree on Christmas Eve!!

I sat with Youngest for about three hours today and supervised his building of a few smaller things and a rather amazing Lego digger from a set that his Great Grandma got him.  He was so focused and has become very diligent at picking out the pieces he needs while following the instructions in the booklets.  I snapped together the 44 ‘clippy bits’ that make up the caterpillar tracks, but he counted them out for me and explained how they joined and why they were needed 😉 he constructed at least 80% of the rest, I was just there to push together stubborn pieces and for praise, really.

We still have the digger arm to make and attach tomorrow, but Youngest and I are very proud of what we accomplished!

Eldest came and picked out relevant pieces for his brother for about 7 mins, but Eldest was more interested in playing with his new ‘Carnage’ figurine (from Spiderman) this afternoon.  He’ll make his Lego boat set with me at a later date, though he’s asked if he can explore some computery stuff as his ‘Mummy Time’ tomorrow.  I’m looking forward to it!!

I picked ‘snow’ as my acrostic today, as we woke up to some thin stuff this morning.  Again I have written three poems with the word in a different position in each:

Silent cloak,

Night-time visitor;

Open curtains –

White surprise!

His frozen kisses

Captured in carbon

Happiness, but also

Christmassy sorrow

Regret swirls freely

    Particles interact slowly

         Settle on everything

      And grow heavy.

I hope these three festive days have been good to you all, take care and I’ll be back soon!

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Merry Christmas, readers!!

Hope you are all happy and comfy and full of good cheer?

‘Christmas’ is in the front, back and middle of today’s poems…

Cute as a button –

How big she’s become!

Reindeer snowsuit

Introduced – what fun!

Such glittery baubles!

Tinsel is a game,

Must knock down the fairy

And gum her again…

Shorty’s first Christmas: sweet as candy cane.

Don’t panic

If Santa’s sleigh

Seemed kinda light this year

Your beautiful bambini

Have few wants

If we get real about it

A heart that is warm

Beats any gift bonanza

And you have that in spades

         Inspired by icicles forming

                I sigh, whispering verses

              Into the bright morning.

        Crisp leaves sing underfoot,

   Thoughts pure as snow.

                 A new start’s close.

    Nothing’s too small to

 Ripple outwards; take hold –

Morphing, letting us grow.

Have fun everyone! 😉

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Hello 🙂

Today, I have been playing with acrostics again.  Beginning, end and middle – not easy but fun! See what you think:

Traditional tinsel-taker

Resplendently rigmaroled;

Endlessly emulated

Excitement enhancer.

Take the present

But always remember

The person that gave

Is worth millions more 

       The smell of tinsel abounds

That homely firelight hue

 Sparkles from each bauble

And you relax, feeling good.

Hopefully the formatting on your screen accommodates the layout of the third poem 😉

Merry Christmas everybody!!

I hope Santa spoils you all and you have a lovely warm day, surrounded by the people you like the best.

Love, 

Montaffera XXX

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Hello!

Creative types:  have you had that experience recently where you find yourself churning out usable lines, but you are far from your paper?!

Today the weather was extremely wet, and I hadn’t eaten my breakfast yet despite having done the school run and all the usual stresses that encapsulates.  I found an Alpen bar I had forgotten I’d shoved in my pocket a few days ago, and took a second to stand outside the library beside our (now empty) drippy pushchair and unwrap my food.

BAM! The first line of a poem and its accompanying acrostic leapt into my brain, closely followed by possible subsequent lines.  I had to recite them to myself all the way home, as my ailing phone does NOT like being exposed to the elements much (about 6 months ago it refused to fast charge or transfer any of my pictures via USB cable, in protest after a text convo in a downpour. I have only just persuaded it to give me back that functionality).  I need to get myself a waterproof pad of paper for my bag as well as my shower…

Snaffling a saturated cereal bar

Out in an icy wind,

Goes this mother:

Gathering lost thoughts

Yearning for those that are gone for good.

I experience the mixture of loss, purpose, freedom and aching every time I drop off both of our children – it is especially acute when I then spend the couple of hours alone before I pick up Youngest.  I thought it would diminish as they got older, but it hasn’t.  No matter how difficult the morning has been, how much I need distance from them (and them from me!), how tired I feel; there is a moment to get over every time where I look at them leaving to start their institutional hours, and I want to snatch them back from the world.  Just muddle through with them for the rest of the day, take it as it comes.

Then there is the analysis of any harsh words I said that morning, piggybacking on harsh words I said to anyone in my whole life, which leads to the echoes of all the harsh words that have ever been said to me.  I try to push that train off its rails pretty quickly!

So by the time I have walked out of the school gates, maybe chatted to mum friends, bought some items at the little shop and wandered as far as the library; I am thinking about the next two hours and any creative endeavours, housework or things I need to catch up on.  There are always things to chase, and I never feel still. 

On that note, if  I am hoofing it, I miss the people I love who are dead – hope that they took the time to enjoy the journey and sometimes got to wander home by themselves looking at the sky and thinking about the universe and their place in it.

Just for a while.

I look at the sky, put on some music if I haven’t already, enjoy the freedom to just be myself for a while.  I think about when I’m a famous author, or when my screenplays and dramas will be performed by other people and how I might get to direct them someday.  I grow into this feeling of being someone outside of a mother and wife, own my thoughts and play with them.

Some of these thoughts make it on here 😉

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Hey there 🙂

I have been enjoying all the fresh content around Brendon Burchard’s new book, High Performance Habits. Makes my YouTube Junkie status all the more worthwhile! His messages have inspired today’s poem. (I was thinking up ‘Christmassy Acrostics’ I could pen):

Pamper those you love

Reset the inner critic,

Enable the joy.

Socialise, with the need to talk

Eclipsed by your listening skills.

Never lose the message

Through worthless distraction and stress.

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