Who would have thought that sharing one of my older poems would turn into a series of posts? Two weeks ago I shared The Newspaper, and talked a little about how older poems might still resonate even though aspects of them might age. The comments on this post, and a delightful poem about Poetry Hoarding became the subject of last week’s post. Again, lots of discussion ensued, and a comment by Linda Mitchell wouldn’t leave me alone. Linda said, in her comment, that she grew up ‘poetry poor’.

Ooooh. That phrase!  It would not leave me alone. Such a poetic turn of phrase to describe a sad lack of poetry experiences in her early years. Luckily, she is now surrounded by poetry. So, Linda, here’s a poem for you, inspired by that phrase.

 

For Linda

 

She was poetry poor   

No rhyme nor reason

Nor a single metaphor

 

Now she’s poetry rich

With pace and rhyme and rhythm

In perfect, harmonic pitch

 

Now she’s poetry wealthy

Her simile’s superb

Her cadence always healthy

 

Now she’s poetry wise

With onomatopoeia

And alliteration in her eyes.

 

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2017)

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts on poetry in general, and on what we can do as educators, poets, parents, to ensure children don’t grow up poetry poor.

This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Carol at Carol’s Corner. Pop over there for a wealth of poetry links.