“The Octopus Riddle” by Celia Berrell

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Will I find an octopus

if in a tree I start to seek?

It has no wings, but I’ve been told

it’s got a parrot’s horny beak.

 

Will I find an octopus

if I should dig within the soil?

It has no legs, but I’ve been told

it’s got eight arms that stretch and coil.

 

Will I find an octopus

if I look in a flower-bed?

It doesn’t have a skeleton

and has a very squishy head.

 

Might I find an octopus

if I could swim a lake so still?

It lays its eggs in water but

it has no lungs and breathes with gills.

 

It’s not a bird, worm, slug or frog.

These animals it never meets.

To find out where it likes to live

it helps to know just what it eats.

 

An octopus can squeeze in cracks

and use its arms most cleverly

to open salty shellfish … so

its habitat is in the sea!

From The Science Rhymes Book

”Cyrch a Chwta: a Challenge!” by James Aitchison

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Cyrch a Chwta: a Challenge!

My cat adores nothing more

Than salmon, whiting and flake.

And as for my Labrador,

He demands a juicy steak.

But they will not eat them raw —

I cook them, for heaven’s sake!

My parrot says I’m cuckoo.

What to do?  I need a break.

James Aitchison

Cyrch a Chwta (pronounced kirch a choota), is a fun Welsh poetic form which has:

  1. An octave stanza (eight lines)
  2. Seven syllables per line
  3. A choice of two rhyming patterns: aaaaaaba or abababcb; the big trick is Line 7, which has to cross-rhyme internally with Line 8, on either the third, fourth or fifth syllable!

In my poem above, the schematic is:

xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxa
xxxxxxb
xxxxxxc
xxcxxxb

A Rhupunt for Spring by James Aitchison

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A RHUPUNT FOR SPRING

Spring’s colour thrills
when daffodils
and bold jonquils
burst into bloom.

Tulips tower,
freesias flower,
colours shower,
banishing gloom.

All spring we’re blessed;
bulbs give their best,
’til time to rest
in a dark room.

James Aitchison

A RHUPUNT (pronounced hree’-pintis a Welsh poem with some curious rules:

  1. Each line must have four syllables
  2. The first three lines of each stanza must rhyme
  3. The final line of each stanza must rhyme with the final lines of the other stanzas (in other words: aaab, cccb, dddb, eeeb, etc)
  4. Each stanza works as a complete sentence or verse in itself.
  5. If you prefer, stanzas can have three lines (aab, ccb, etc) — or five lines (aaaab, ccccb, etc) — it’s up to you.

Spring Haiku’s by Virginia Lowe

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From the blue spring sky

hard hail and soft pink petals

falling together

 

Spring morning –

overnight the wind has picked

the last camellia

“Cacao Beans” (Cinquain) by Jeanie Axton

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Cacao beans

brown, bitter

Grind, texture, pour

The sweet aroma floats

Hot Chocolate

‘Shape Cake’ by Louise McCarthy

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A Clogyrnach by James Aitchison

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A CLOGYRNACH GOES TO THE DENTIST

I went to the dentist last week;

he opened my mouth for a peek.

When he saw inside,    

his eyes goggled wide.

What he spied

made him shriek.

The news he gave me was chilling,

All of your front teeth need filling;

they’re full of decay,

I’ll fix them today!

I said, “Yay!

start drilling!”

He was deftly wielding his drill        

when he sneezed as though he were ill!

He bored through my gum

drilled into my bum —

“Sorry, chum,

here’s my bill.”

My time in his chair had been brief,

full of torture, terror and grief!

Let my teeth all fall —

no dentist I’d call!

After all —

who needs teeth?

James Aitchison

A CLOGYRNACH is a six-line Welsh poem with a rhyme scheme of aabbba.

  • Lines 1 and 2 have eight syllables with an a rhyme;
  • lines 3 and 4 have five syllables with a b rhyme;
  • line 5 has three syllables with a b rhyme;
  • line 6 has three syllables with an a rhyme.

 

Gallipoli (Triolet) by Katherine Gallagher

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Gallipoli

Say that the word is gall–

cusped, broken on the tongue:

redolent of battles that appal.

Say that the word is gall.

Heroes, ordinary blokes, all

sung for Gaba Tepe, dying young –

Say that the word is gall

cusped, broken on the tongue.

Katherine Gallagher

 

“Lest we Forget” by James Aitchison

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Spring (Haiku) by Alix Phelan

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Spring blooms melody

the air with sweetest perfume

strumming my heart strings.

Alix Phelan