I don’t usually post poems on a Saturday, but yesterday as I did the Poetry Friday rounds, I came across Laura Shovan’s February Poetry Project prompts and decided that it was time I had a go at some.
The project offers a different prompt each day for the month, and the idea is to try to create a daily writing habit, even if only for the month, and of course to be inspired or challenged by the prompts.
The prompt for February First was ‘Bodies Dance’ and included three youtube dance clips. I was especially inspired by the third of these, a scene from the movie White Nights. What I noticed was the way the two characters start to dance, a bit out of synch and then, gradually, their timing comes together. That led to this poem:
Partners
I move this way
You do too
I do me
and you do you
and as we dance
and our eyes link
our movements meld
till they’re in synch.
We dance in tune
we dance in time
like a song we’re singing
like a poem we rhyme.
No one here
to stop and see
as you do you
and I do me.
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy 2021)
The February 2 prompt, provided by Tricia Stohr Hunt was ‘Hands’ and, almost without having to stop and think, I started writing about my mum’s hands. I hope she doesn’t mind.
Hands
My mother’s hands
show signs of age
as if the years
of care
of toil
of wisdom
are written
on skin folds
and spots
and scars.
My granddaughter’s hands
show no such signs
instead
smooth
and plump
and kissable
but I hope
that they, too,
will one day
show signs
of a life well lived.
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy 2021)
Thanks Laura for the prompts. If you want to have a go, you can head to Laura’s blog, and you’ll see the other prompts added each day over the month. I’m off to see if I can catch up on the other prompts.







Pablo Neruda: Poet of the People
novel for the year, and also the second by Herrick. What a treat. I’ve read this one before – several times – but it continues to please. With topics including first love, teen hormones and the grief of an absent parent, it’s no surprise that this book is both poignant and funny. Hard to believe it was first published 15 years ago, but not hard to believe it is still in print.
Herrick book of the year, and another reread, for a database project I’m working on with the Australian Centre for Children’s Literature (more on this soon). Joan is navigating high school, first love, and the breakdown of his parents’ marriage. His best mate Manx is there at his side, though he has problems of his own. As with most of Herrick’s work, this is humorous as well as touching.
UK, 2019). This debut written collection by a UK spoken-word poet is suitable for teens and adults, and explores complex topics. I especially connected with poems about writing, and being willing to write, as well as those about grief.
(Audible, 2020). This one was a free download from Audible, and not what I’d normally choose for myself – which is why I listened to it. It’s good to try new things, and at less than three hours listening time, this was a quick read, telling the story of a marriage in trouble after the narrator, Cam, realises his wife has been having an affair. Contemporary fiction, with enough twists and turns to keep it moving, and an interesting look at marriage and family.
from Audible (they offer a free title each month, and I have found this a good way to read different genres). This is the second in a detective series, featuring detectives Jackman & Evans, but, as with other similar series, stands alone. The case they are working , ostensibly searching for two missing girls, becomes really unsettling, but is well woven. I mainly listen to audio books when driving, but this one absorbed me enough that I had to keep listening when at home.
Christmas gift from my wise big sister, Mary, who felt it was just the kind of book we needed in these times. And she was right. Bill Bailey is a comedian and a clever person, and the book is not a ‘how to be happy’ books, but perhaps a reminder that happiness is never permanent, and can be found in moments. It also led to me writing a poem about happiness, which I posted 
