I thought I’d return to the pantoum for this one. The instructions are set out clearly in shadow poetry.
I’ve added a few words you might like to use, but don’t feel obliged. I have to say that since I forgot all about the words when I came to write the poem!
Here’s the pic, the word suggestions, my pantoum is below, and remember you have a whole week to write your pantoum (or other form if you don’t get on with pantoums) and post the link in the comments.
Have fun!
Bright, smooth, shore, blue, reflecting
The strand is strewn with sunlight,
Sea-polished gems of stone,
Reflecting sun and moonlight,
The only treasure she will own.
Sea-polished gems of stone,
The colours of the deeps,
The only treasure she will own,
From the halls where the Selkie weeps.
The colours of the deeps,
Matched by the clouded sky,
From the halls where the Selkie weeps,
For a love that will never die.
Matched by the clouded sky,
White foam sighs on the shore,
For a love that will never die,
She dives and is seen no more.
White foam sighs on the shore,
Reflecting sun and moonlight,
She dives and is seen no more,
The strand is strewn with sunlight.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Beautiful, Jane. I like your opening/closing line. I was thinking the other day that I hadn’t written a pantoum in a while! 🙂
Well, you know what to do…
That’s what I want to do. Unfortunately, I think I actually have to get some work done today. 😉
Inessentials!
🙂
This is not a Pantoum, because I am not a poet, but I love writing. I think it is interesting what your challenges conjure up in my mind. I am going to post it any way, it brought back memories for me.
WASHED UP ON THE SHORE
By: Patricia Salamone
Washed upon the shore from far away,
or have you been resting here for many a day.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.
Did you come from deep below the sea,
or did you travel here from where I would like to be.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.
Did a small child pick you up and plop you here one day,
so another child can pick you up and take you off to play.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.
You feel so warm beneath my feet and smooth in my palm,
when I come here again you will probably be gone.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.
If I pick you up and take you home with me,
will you tell me your story or will your story be me.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.
It is a poem, whatever you think 🙂 A ‘poet’ would probably just fiddle around with the words to get the lines to flow in a rhythm, but the words are the words of a poem. Love it!
I am truly humbled by your kind words. I love your offerings and visit whenever possible. :o)
You know, I’ve been writing ‘poetry’ for a couple of years and I think I’m getting better at it, but I still wouldn’t call myself a poet, or feel in any position to criticize another poet’s work. It’s an art form that many of us touch at the very edges. I’m just flattered that you enjoy what I write 🙂
Whouf! a tricky form for me! I struggle a bit with the tight structures, but I’ve decided it’s the writing equivalent of abdominal crunches – not that much fun to do, but nice when you stop, and extremely helpful in the long run! Here it is, hope you like it, and thank you again for a lovely prompt (even if you made me sweat a bit) https://fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/pebbles-a-pantoum
Forgot to mention how much I like your pantoum. It flows so beautifully.
Thank you! I try to keep a rhythm in my head when I write 🙂
Yours is sad, yet somehow peaceful, and works well.
I’m not sure what mine is.
https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/like-pebbles-on-the-sand/
Yours is hopeful 🙂
So–perhaps I wrote some poetry instead of working. Food for the soul. 🙂 Not entirely satisfied, but here it is. https://merrildsmith.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/stone-of-peace/
I love the first/last line, sound and image.
I will try to get something done for this…last week I loved the image but came up, poetically, with zero. I do like a pantoum, though!
Sometimes it gets you. I loved the freedom of that painting, but it maybe wasn’t ambiguous enough to stir more thoughts. Hope you come up with a pantoum 🙂
So beautiful, Jane! How are you feeling at the moment?
The back is fine (touch wood) and I’m sleeping without medication (wonderful!) but the house signing is for next week and being France, there’s so much still up in the air, like have the irrigation pipes that the neighbour laid been taken away, have the sheep been penned up, have the utilities been cut etc etc. I’m so excited about it, I’d almost forgotten I have a book coming out the same day!
Wow! Book 2???
With the house and all the other stuff I’d sort of forgotten about it.
So excited for you! For both the house and the book… yaaaay!
Bank tomorrow to order the spondoolies then next Tuesday we hand them over. If the pipes have gone, and the sheep etc etc.
Brilliant! Hope it all goes well. Can’t wait to hear all about it!
It’s going to take some telling!
Hi Jane, hope you are fine now. Even I was sick n bedstuck for the past 10days. Now I feel lil better. Feeling bad that I couldn’t make it last week. But, this week I made sure that I’m in. Here’s my take
Glad to have you back on form, Sri 🙂
Thanks Jane
Here is my first attempt ever at this form. Thanks for the challenge! It is great fun trying to fit in with the form as well as use the prompts. Best wishes! TJ
I’m finding it a great experience trying out all these different poetry forms. Thanks for joining in 🙂
Sorry I took a while, Jane, but I seem to have found some words today. https://peterbouchier.wordpress.com/english-essays-and-poems-2/on-the-rocks/ It may not be a pantoum, it may not be anything serious, but it does include the given words and it rhymes. As for the interpretation: I don’t even know what it means myself really, so do feel free to think of it as you please.
Good night!
I love your pantoum=) It flows really well.
I found the form quite difficult but I guess this is a more or less passable try: https://fantasyraconteur.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/ocean-lullaby/
Thank you for an interesting challenge! I’ve learned quite a lot about poetry since I discovered your blog=)
I’m glad! I’m on a learning curve too. At first these forms seem difficult, but it’s just a question of ordering your ideas to fit in with certain rules. Sometimes the poem is better for being given a formal structure.
Yes, I agree. With more time on my hands, I’ll have the chance to practice different forms more. I look forward to the next challenge=)
It will be different form this week. Looks easier than a pantoum, but it isn’t!
That’s my non-fancy entry. 🙂
Just back to internet land. I prepared the post early this week because I wasn’t going to be here. Sorry about missing yours. I promise faithfully it will go in with next week’s. I’m too knackered to start editing posts now.
Hi Jane!
Oh that’s ok, I love the chance to use my brain a bit. 🙂
Hope you had a nice break?
BREAK???? I’m dead!
So a working break? Book promotions I assume? 🙂
Camping out in the house we’ve just bought in the back end of beyond. I lay awake all night listening to absolutely nothing. It was as if the world had ended.
That can be peaceful or dreadful, depending upon the person concerned…
It was just very strange. The house was absolutely silent too. Couldn’t even hear any mice scratching in the attic. All day we counted three cars and a a hedge trimmer went past. And the sky! We could see the stars! Coming back to town to find that the refuse collectors were on strike was a rude shock too.
Maybe time will filter out the eerie and leave you with the memory of a quiet night under the stars…:)
It was more a culture shock than anything else. I could get used to it 🙂
Great idea! A free verse entry from me, I tried to approach these words from a different angle: https://detailedaccountsofnothing.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/note-48-shores/
Would love to hear your thoughts 🙂
Thanks for sending this, Daon. I’ll get back to you asap. I’m trying to catch up with myself very hard.
So beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
I am sitting by the bright blue ocean reflecting on how to move forward though the deep wet sand that pulls me in- yet my mind can only see what is ahead of me. My spirit only knows that the shore is as beautiful as the smooth blue ocean.
Magnificent and mathematical in selection. It is the photo speaking and the sea revealing itself. The only treasure worth knowing in the brief moment of existence.
I agree, it’s on the edges of things that we seem to see what really matters in life. So pleased you enjoyed this.