The table exercise

I am going to share my poetry exercises from the book I am reading about how to improve my poetry or get into it, because I am not confident in what I do;

The book is called “How to grow your own poem” by Kate Clanchy and I borrowed the book from the local library.

There is a poem in the book called “The table” by Edip Cansever and I am supposed to write my own version of the poem.  Here is a link to the poem if you are interested?

http://www-personal.umich.edu/~rwtill/Poems/table.html

She comes home eager to share the events of the day

Chattering like there is no tomorrow

Putting her damp coat up on the rack and kicking off her shoes

Throwing her handbag down at the side of the couch

She takes her hair out of the neat bun and places her scrunchy and pins in a green bowl on the coffee table

Nobody cares about what she says, but she chatters on

An old lady got her walking stick stuck in a drain pipe today

Oh and I was told that Liam is having a party at the weekend and asked if I could go

Feet soggy in damp socks placed upon a footstool in front of the fire

Warmth sighing through her – release

Gerald was thinking about getting a cat too, can you imagine it?

Snuggling down deep into the couch

A hot mug of cocoa placed in her hands, stings but then sooths

Happily she sips the creamy sweet drink

Smiling to herself

I know they aren’t bothered by what I have to say

But I‘ve had a good day

Helped a stranger, made a friend, got all the work done in time for a change

She feels herself nodding into a snooze

Life is so draining here

Not like out there where I come home full of energy

She smiles to herself again

I suppose they can’t help it

Being stuck in all day

I wish they’d talk more about their day

Then thinking about the muppets song…

Now what was it?

Ah yes!  Cabin fever!

That’s probably what it is with them

They’ve been stuck inside so long they’ve forgotten about life outside!

Mum, why don’t you go out more?

It’s not right to be stuck in like this!

You are hardly talking anymore!

Putting the mug of cocoa down on a pile of magazine on the coffee table

She turns to look at her mum

Her mum is sleeping in the green armchair next to her

She never used to be like this

She used to be vibrant too

As you can see, the poem doesn’t rhyme like a lot of my poems do, but that’s the point, to broaden my poetical horizons.

I am not happy with the above; I would probably delete it and ignore it.  But then I wouldn’t grow, tell me what you think of it!

Happy reading! 

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