Just in case anyone has spotted the word 'poem' and has a bad case of sinking heart, panic not! As far as I'm concerned, a poem is just a short piece of writing, arranged in short lines, with a certain pattern to the rhythm. It can have rhyme, but that's not essential.
There! That's not so bad, is it? Of course, like everything else, as you get further in, it can get more complicated, with talk of sonnets and sestinas and suchlike, but that's the basis of it: a short piece of writing on a theme of your choice.
And our theme this week is 'Winter'. This gives you huge scope, and as ever, I'd suggest a spider chart - jot down all the different aspects and thoughts and feelings that come to mind. You might be drawn to writing about nature, or about a memory, or about winter food or clothes, or about weather, or the sea in winter, or how new growth begins in the garden - the possibilities are endless.
Here are a couple to get you into the zone. First, a very beautiful one by Christina Rosetti, which you will recognise. The second is a contemorary poem by Kathleen Jamie.
In the Bleak Mid-winter
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
It was winter, near freezing,
I'd walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.
It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.
It isn't mine to give.
I can't coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.
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