Poetry Prompt #3

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The first two Poetry Prompts for the year have attracted a wonderful response. It’s been exciting checking my in box each day to see what’s turned up. Keep them coming! If you’ve missed a prompt, that’s okay, you can catch up any time you like as long as you put a note on your poem to that effect. Remember, too, this site is to showcase poems for children and encourage their love of poetry. Have fun, play with words. This week’s prompt is ‘Shapes’ so whether you write about shapes or shape your poem according to its subject is up to you.Send your poems to me at traffa-m@bigpond.net.au as a Word document attachment and I’ll choose a selection to feature as Poem of the Day.

Happy writing!



Poem of the Day



By Bill Condon


 I’ve studied all the dinosaurs

That history’s unravelled,

And found a few new species

On the many roads I’ve travelled.


There’s the arrogant Ignore-osaur

That walks with head on high.

It does not even deign to look

As it trundles by.


The Badbreath-osaur has germs galore

And needs to brush its teeth.

The Crook-osaur is, for sure,

A crafty little thief.


The Bore-osaur is tedious,

The Brag-osaur’s a pain.

If nothing else, Umbrella-saurs,

Are handy in the rain.


I quite admire the Stutter-saur

It tries with all its might,

To master elocution,

But it never gets it right.


My favourite though,

I have to say, is bits of this and that.

Part brontosaur, part stegosaur,

Part giant pussycat.


I call it Jigsaw-osaur,

Its wonder never ceases.

I have a skeleton of one,

Though I’m missing vital pieces …


Poem of the Day


Under the Stairs

By Lynelle Kendall


In my very big house

There’s a very small room

That’s just the right size for me


It’s under the stairs

It’s got pillows for chairs

And a torch so my teddies can see


There we read and we play

And tell stories all day

You see, we don’t need too much space


It’s all that I need

And I’m happy indeed

When I’ve crawled into my secret place.


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #1Poetryprompt1


Poem of the Day


T is for TROUBLE

by Monty Edwards


T’s always starting Trouble as we very clearly see,

In Trains it must sit at the front, as selfish as can be,

Then when it comes to Taking Turns, of course it must be first,

As Time and Time again, in this, it really is the worst.


Its influence is very bad, of that there is no doubt,

For when there’s work for it to do we find it backing ouT.

A man named Ben was joined by T and instantly was BenT,

So gained a reputation that was never his intent!


Now people sometimes tell you, you should “mind your Ps and Qs”,

But when it comes to letters there’s another that I’d choose.

Its awfully bad behaviour’s bound to lead you into error,

So I’d advise: “Beware of T!” It truly is a Terror.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2






Monty says: My basic idea for the poem was to work with the actual letter T: its position in words and how it could be taken from or added to words to change them into new words. Although I could find lots of examples, for me it proved difficult to shape these into any sort of coherent narrative that could be taken literally, and also had a consistent rhyming scheme (which was my goal). I nearly gave up, but I found giving the letter T a personality helped focus my effort and gave the poem unity.

Poem of the Day


Fields of Summer

by Dianne Bates



A wilderness of T-trees

In our paddock playground

One free day in the midst of childhood

A day filled with everything


We are wild things,

Charging, ducking, hiding,

Flies swamping our sweaty faces


A dove, startled, flies up and

Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain

As we play

A game of cowboys and Indians

With imaginary guns

Bang! Bang! You’re dead!


Falling to the ground face-up

Wisps of clouds slide above

As if breathing in and out.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #2


Dianne says: The letter T reminded me of tea-tree bushes that as children my brother, sister and I played among. We didn’t get much time to play as we were forever working on the farm (pigs, goats and poultry).

Poem of the Day



by Pat Simmons


Our feet make a crackling

crunching sound

as we walk.

We stop


crouching down,

discover another world.

A world of mini workers

caring for our environment.

Beetles breakfasting,

Meandering munching millipedes,

Snails, showing off their spirals,

Earthworms turning the soil.


Lives under leaf litter

A secret space.


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #1


Pat says: Ever since I was a child I’ve loved mini beasts (some would call them creepy crawlies). During my career in children’s services as a child care educator, teacher and trainer I delighted in sharing my passion with children by taking my ‘minibeast family’ to child care centres.
As a writer, they still inspire me and, yes, I still have a collection of critters including stick insects and rain forest snails.

Poem of the Day



by Nadine Cranenburgh

Tea for two can be so very nice
when conversation flows with warmth and ease
steep the stories slowly in the pot
and pour them, hot and sweetened to your taste

When conversation flows with warmth and ease
time trickles by in gentle lapping waves
so you can pour and taste the sweet bouquet
of friendship worn silk-smooth by passing years

Time trickles, by and by, in gentle waves
friends come and go, the world’s still not that small
their passing worn silk-smooth by absent years
shared stories mothballed up for rainy days

When friends come to see me, time gets whirled
right back to the last time we shared a pot
Moths can’t eat our stories after all –
tea for two can be so very nice

Nadine says: This is in response to the ‘T’ prompt on Australian Children’s Poetry. I am at my mum’s place, catching up and drinking tea, so the phrase ‘tea for two’ popped into my head. I’m writing a poem a day as part of the Month of Poetry in January, so thought I ‘d have a go at a new form of poem. A couple of google searches later, I found the pantoum – which has repeated lines, that can be tweaked for subtle shifts in meaning. I’ve also played with words that sound alike but mean different things. Here’s what I ended up with.

2016 Poetry Prompt #2

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This week’s poetry prompt is the letter T…what do you think of in connection with this consonant? Tea? Tee-shirt? Golf? Something else entirely? I’m really looking forward to seeing what you come up with and it would be great if you could add a personal comment or two. Perhaps why you chose to write the poem you did, or a little about how you approach the writing of a poem. I’ll share a selection of the submissions as Poem of the Day. Please email contributions to me at traffa-m(at)bigpond.net.au as a Word document attachment or in the body of the email.Prompt2

Poem of the Day


A Secret Space

by Di Bates


There was shelter –

An upturned water tank

With an entrance hole —

My secret space

In the brittle summer bush

Where I’d hide,

Dark and bruised and splintered.


In those childhood days

I was an outlaw of sorts,

Travelling alone,

Not fitting anywhere,

Listening to cicadas throbbing

With song,

Beyond words,

Wanting nothing

But the arc of my mother’s arms.

  • Submitted in response to 2016 Poetry Prompt #1


Poem of the Day



The Keyhole

by Walter de Jong


Our cave we called the Keyhole,

we’d climb up there to see

the ferry carrying families

that drove out to the beach.

I’d sit there and imagine

floods rising high back then

to carve for us this keyhole

then rejoin the world again.

That door opened secretly

to millennia before

the cars, the ferry, boats and planes,

schools and rules and laws

And now…The ferry’s gone, and rust has taken

cars and boats and planes.

While I move on the Keyhole stays,

the secret place remains.


  • Submitted in response to 2016 Poetry Prompt #1