Everyday Poetry

Day 4: " In his poem, “ Spring Thunder ,” Mark van Doren brings us a short, haunting evocation of weather and the change in seasons. Today, we’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length." Since we put the clocks forward for British Summer Time I really feel a lifting of my spirits, matched by a different quality of light and the mating activity of birds.  This little poem isn't about a weather phenomenon as such, but simply reflects the change of light and activity as the clocks go forward.  It's a bit simplistic - definitely in need of a later edit!  Spring Time You can’t help but notice The change in the light,  Mornings cling to darkness But we've pushed back night. Since clocks advanced We enjoy the dawn chorus Light is enhanced, Air seems more porous. The garden comes alive Busy birds nest and sing, The whole world revives ...

Day 3: " In his poem, “ Treasure Hunt ,” Prabodh Parikh brings us a refreshingly different view of what being a poet is like – that is, if you grew up on the cultural notion of poets being wan and ethereal, or ill and doomed. Parikh’s boisterous pirate of a poet might be an “unreliable” character, but seems like he’d be the life of any party, and quite satisfied with his existence.  Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride." I rather like writing poems about what is like to write poetry, and relish the challenge of an extended metaphor (or two!) so the choice was quite straightforward today.   The Gardener She gardens quietly, Choosing her blooms with care, Discarding those late...

Day 2: " In her poem, “ Pittsylvania County ,” Ellen Bryant Voigt recounts watching her father and brother play catch with sensory detail and a strangely foreboding sense of inevitability. The speaker watches the scene filled with a pervading sense that she wants something more or different from life than what the moment seems to presage.  Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem in which you recount a childhood memory. Try to incorporate a sense of how that experience indicated to you, even then, something about the person you’d grow up to be." I'm drawn to write about my children rather than myself.  It was so clear from a very early age they would grow up to be very different from each other.   Chalk and Cheese As a baby she'd want company, To be beside, to be talked to, to be held. As she grew her circle grew with her, The daughters of her mother's  friends, Schoolfriends, neighbours, Those she charmed on bus rides. Later there were the front...

Day 1: " The   tanka   is an ancient Japanese poetic form. In contemporary English versions, it often takes the shape of a five-line poem with a 5 / 7 / 5 / 7 / 7 syllable-count – kind of like a haiku that decided to keep going.  Some recent examples include L. Lamar Wilson’s “ Aubade Tanka ,” Tarik Dobbs’s “ Commuter Tanka ,” and Antoinette Brim-Bell’s “ Insomniac Tankas .”  Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own tanka – or multi-tanka poem. Theme and tone are up to you, but try to maintain the five-line stanza and syllable count." I do like a challenge with structure, and the tanka is a relatively new form for me. But what to write it about? True to my usual style, this is about the pleasure found in the everyday, and the differences between my husband and me.  Morning Rituals After the coffee Enjoyed tucked cosy in bed We decant downstairs; You solve your logic puzzle While I catch the day in words. © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reser...

Early bird challege: Read Debt Ritual: Oysters by Katie Naughton . Write a poem in which you refer to a specific writer or artist and make a declarative statement about want or desire, set in a particular, people filled place like a restaurant, bus station, museum, etc.   Naughton's poem is about giving in to desire even though you can't afford it. Truth is, I can't afford to give into certain desires if I want to achieve my long term aim. I'm attempting to ignore the existence of chocolate at the moment as I'm trying to lose weight before an operation and it's strictly off limits.  This morning I went to the supermarket for a few bits and found Easter goodies ramped up to the max!  Wanting The purple, red and gold boxes revealing precious foil-wrapped eggs are stacked high and wide,  filling the shelves like a fragrant Warhol painting,  beguiling shoppers with an offer too good to pass by: Buy Two Get One Free. This year my grandkids wanted cash in place o...

I put my washing out on the line for the first time this year.  It only got direct sun for a couple of hours, but this ritual always marks the start of spring for me, the time when the sun finally makes it over the horizon of the hill and falls on our garden.  I share my seat with the bright dome of a ladybird, Warmed by the sun on my face, The squat mug in my hands, The trilling of birds in this year's mating ritual, The washing wafting in the soft March breeze; All making the most of long awaited sunshine.   © Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved