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Directions

 

I don’t think my brain has been properly packed.

I’m missing some vital connection.

My other five senses may well be intact

but I’m missing a sense of direction.

 

I can’t name the cities that lie to the south,

I can’t tell the east from the west.

I start to get nervous and dry in the mouth

when I sit a geography test.

 

So if you are after directions from me

dismiss the idea from your head,

unless on your trip from town A to town B

you’re prepared for a stop-off at Z.

Jenny Erlanger

First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #18

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Yesterday

Yesterday today was just a thought inside my head.

Yesterday  today was my tomorrow.

Tomorrow this today will be my yesterday instead.

And so it goes for all the days that follow.

Jenny Erlanger
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #14

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Am I a poet?

by Jenny Erlanger

 

Today we had to write a poem

and so I took the time

to think of all the words I could

that sound as if they rhyme.

The teacher said, “Don’t worry

finding special words to fit,”

then read us out a funny poem

that didn’t rhyme a bit.

So then I worked at trying to rid

the rhyming from my head,

to concentrate on verse

that didn’t rhyme at all instead.

At first I didn’t have a hope,

the rhymes kept coming back

but I tried really hard

and wrote the poem

you’re reading now,

but somehow

it just doesn’t

sound right.

  •  Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #5

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Jenny says: Writing rhyming poetry has played such a big part of my life since childhood, that despite my own efforts to break out of the mold at times, I keep returning to it as a means of self-expression.

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Behind the scenes

by Jenny Erlanger

 

We cannot see or hear them,

yet we know when each arrives.

We love them, hate or fear them

as we stumble through our lives.

 

They fire away like crazy

somewhere deep inside our brain.

They prod us when we’re lazy,

get us back on track again.

 

They don’t ask for permission

from the moment that we wake

to set out on their mission

to control the moves we make.

 

It may not live an hour

as its life is pretty short

but there’s no denying the power

of a solitary thought.

 

  •  Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #6

Poetry Prompt 6

Jenny says: I have always been fascinated by the capacity of a seemingly immaterial thought to create physical or emotional responses in human beings.

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Magic making

by Jenny Erlanger

 

Half a slug, a beetle’s bum,

a spoon of slime, a cup of scum,

a centipede, a rotten plum,

my special, magic tea.

 

A final pinch of possum poo

and that completes my witch’s brew

but as to what this brew will do…

Here, try some and we’ll see.

 

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Arrivals and departures

by Jenny Erlanger

 

You’ll soon be walking through that door.

I can’t stay still a moment more.

I’m racing up and down the floor.

Can’t wait to say hello!

 

I’m here again with teary eyes

as everybody hugs and cries.

The air is filled with sad goodbyes.

Can’t stand to see you go!

 

 

 

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Favourites

by Jenny Erlanger

 

You might like the Crunchie, an excellent pick,

this miniature, choc-coated honeycomb brick

or what about something the colour of cream?

If that’s sounding tempting, then try out the Dream.

There’s Dairy Milk, Picnic and Mint Bubbly too,

all of them sitting here waiting for you.

If fruit mixed with coconut’s what you like best

the Cherry Ripe option is what I’d suggest.

There’s smooth Caramello and crumbling Flake.

It’s not such an easy decision to make.

This might be the last time we’re offered such treats.

You’d better choose wisely from all of these sweets.

But just let me warn you, we don’t want a fight.

So stay right away from that Turkish Delight!

 

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A huge mistake

By Jenny Erlanger

 

I’ve taken our rubbish bins out to the street.

I’ve helped wash and vacuum the car.

My bedroom is finally looking as neat

as all of the other rooms are.

I’ve weeded the garden, the front and the back.

I’ve cut up the veggies for tea.

I’ve dried all the dishes Mum left in the rack

and now I’m as tired as can be.

I’ve brought in the clothes ’cause it’s going to rain,

I think I deserve a reward.

I made a mistake when I chose to complain

of feeling so terribly bored!

 

 

Interview with Jenny Erlanger

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 Jenny

“I hope that if there are any children reading this blog, they will be inspired by the passions of the various poets interviewed on the site to explore verse as a means of expressing the feelings and experiences that relate to their own everyday lives.”

– Jenny Erlanger

When did your interest in poetry begin and what were the circumstances?

I’m pretty sure it was through reading AA Milne’s poetry as a child that I became interested in poetry, particularly in rhyming, rhythmic verse. As a child myself, I enjoyed the humour he conveyed in simple poems about everyday events, as well as the musicality of his lines.

What was your experience with poetry as a child at school? 

I don’t remember ever having studied poetry at school but I do remember my Grade 4 teacher – who actually became a valued family friend – being very supportive of my own poetry writing and encouraging me to share my poems with the rest of the class.

Did you write poetry as a child?

I started writing poetry during my second year of primary school and for the next couple of years I was a prolific writer. At certain stages during that time I was penning a poem a day. Many poems were lost along the way since I wrote them on single sheets of paper, but a number of them have survived in an exercise book my father bought me specifically for my poetry efforts.

When was your first poem published?

Apparently one of my poems was read out on the radio during a session of the Argonauts’ Club but I missed it! The first publication, though, was the collection of poetry, “Giggles and Niggles” in 2007.

Who are some poets whose writing you love?

I’ve already mentioned AA Milne, but I’m also a fan of Shel Silverstein and Pam Ayres.

Have you had any poetry writing mentors?

I don’t have any ongoing mentors but through my participation last year in the Maurice Saxby Mentorship Program I was fortunate to have Jackie Hosking as a mentor. She gave me valuable feedback on a couple of picture book manuscripts I’d written.

What inspires you to write poetry?

I think poems are a great vehicle for conveying feelings about and reactions to so much of what happens in our lives. In a few succinct words a particular moment in time, or the repercussions of that moment , can be captured in a neat and engaging framework.

My own love of nature has also been a huge inspiration for many of my reflectional poems. I’ve found poetry a fantastic outlet for expressing my awe of certain aspects of nature and exploring what I see as the messages the natural world has for us regarding different aspects of our everyday lives as human beings.

When you are writing a poem, what comes first — a subject, a line, a word?

I would always start with a subject. I could never see myself starting with a line and then wondering where it will go from there. The inspiration for that subject, though, might come from a single word, a play on words, a funny expression or, in the case of my children’s poetry, some humorous event.

It is frequently the last line of a poem that comes to me first. It is this line – normally a punch line or a twist of some sort – that dictates the type of rhyming patterns and rhythmic construction I’ll be using.

Do you workshop your poems with anyone?

I’ve recently joined a writers’ group that meets once a month, so if I’ve written something between visits I take it along to share. For many years though, I haven’t really workshopped my poems. My long-suffering husband is usually the one who’s bombarded with a new poem as soon as he walks in the door after work.

How do you know a poem you write is finished?

I never consider a poem to have been completely finished. Most of my poems have proved to be works in progress. There are always a few tweaks to make a few hours, days or weeks after I’ve composed a poem but I’ve also found myself making the occasional changes to poems I wrote years ago.

How do you know a poem is ‘good’?

If a poem can still make me smile or touch me in some other way after several readings or recitations, I’m prepared to classify it as a good one.

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House of germs

by Jenny Erlanger

 

Dad’s got a fever, he’s dripping with sweat.

Mum’s got a virus, the worst you can get.

Buster keeps coughing, we’re calling the vet.

And I’m stuck in the house for the day!

 

My brother’s come down with the nastiest flu,

my sister’s been chucking for hours in the loo.

the cat has been constantly vomiting too.

Could you please come around for a play?

 This poem was originally published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)