Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 10 February 2018
write a Cinquain poem with the theme of “Birthday”.
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Birthday Cake
Icing
Ooey, gooey
Licking, sticking, dripping
Fingers swiping yummy mouthfuls
Frosting
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 10 February 2018
write a Cinquain poem with the theme of “Birthday”.
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Birthday Cake
Icing
Ooey, gooey
Licking, sticking, dripping
Fingers swiping yummy mouthfuls
Frosting
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 13 January 2018
A Triolet consists of 8 lines.
The rhyming scheme is:
AB, aA, abAB
Line 1, 4 and 7 are the same line repeated
So are lines 2 and 8.
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Rescue Me
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Strong and courageous – to catch me when I fall
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Someone to rescue me from politics and wordy brawl
And disappearing habitats
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 16 December 2017
Write a Holiday Pantoum
Wishing On A Star
Fir tree is decorated with a star
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
Cookies are on a special plate
Now we are waiting for Santa
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
No shiny packages yet to be found
Now we are waiting for Santa
Hoping our wishes will come true
No shiny packages yet to be found
Cookies are on a special plate
Hoping our wishes will come true
Fir tree is decorated with a star
Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 7 October 2017
Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 7 October 2017!
This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.
Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.
Your words are:
lucky
walk
old
dry
cook
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Perspective
I am the fortunate one
strolling through rows
of ancient tombstones
some covered with moss
some with worn script that
can no longer be deciphered
air so arid that the grass crackles
under my feet, brown scorched
patches scar the green
swath of lawn – I thirst for
cooling shade, for a breeze to stir
the stale air around me but
strolling through the rows
I know I am the fortunate one