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.
Bob.
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.
Jenny
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.
Erica
Close to the crooked crag he stands
The azure sea beneath him crawls
He watches sun and thunderbolt
His lonely world the mountain walls.
Frances
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.
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