December 2020

We have reached the end of our writing year. As is customary, we have had some fun with words. The members of the group were sent the words of a poem jumbled up. Their task: to make a poem of their own from those words. They were allowed to add TWO extra words and to play with tenses. The results follow…

The sun clasps wrinkled lands,

The lonely mountain falls,

Like crooked walls the crag now stands,

Ring’d with a sea that crawls.


With the world beneath him

Close to the mountain he stands,

Watches the azure sea from crooked crag

Like a thunderbolt ringed with sun,

He crawls and clasps the wrinkled walls,

He falls. He lands in his lonely chasm.

Margaret R

The Lonely World.

Beneath the Sun and mountain walls

He watches the lands…

He stands next to the wrinkled crag.

Crawls from him.

Clasps with his crooked, ringed hands

Like a thunderbolt he falls

In the azure sea.


He watches from the mountain,

Ring’d with azure sea, lands, in world beneath him.

Clasps the wrinkled crag walls,

Close to the sun, with his crooked hands reach,

Lonely he crawls, he stands,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.


Close to the crooked crag he stands

The azure sea beneath him crawls

He watches sun and thunderbolt

His lonely world the mountain walls.


The poem which has been used for this ‘fun’ challenge is by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Its title is The Eagle.

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.