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Ok, this week seemed to cause a bit of a stir. Or was that just me ripping pages out of my notebook to start all over again fifty times?!
On Sunday
sent us a couple of beautiful pantoums and the writing challenge was set. If you missed the post it’s well worth a read here.I’m going to be honest, I struggled. And it did highlight a little something I’ve been ignoring for a while. I’ve slipped into a bit of a poetry form rut. I have a style of poetry I enjoy writing the most (and, looks sheepish, find the easiest) and although that is absolutely fine and I am definitely becoming more accomplished in that style over time, I haven’t been stretching myself.
I find some forms challenging. But challenging is good sometimes, isn’t it? In the right quantity, with the right support, at the right time. Challenging makes you ask new questions, of yourself and your words. It leads to expansion, flowering when you didn’t even realise that there were bulbs planted (is Spring on my mind, oh yes it is!) Some forms are made for some words and vice versa. And without knowing how to use these forms, well maybe these poems won’t ever shine like they could. Does this matter when we are just playing? It might not ‘matter’ but that doesn’t mean we don’t want to make our poetry shine. Sometimes. Are we tempted by something that glitters just beneath the surface? Of course we are. We are poets.
Not discounting that experimenting with form can be fun, is playful in itself. And hopefully you know me well enough by now to know that play is high on the agenda. As is feminism, did I mention? (ok, ok, not now, ha)
Anyway, so yes I got a little tangled up trying this new (to me) form. I tried digging out snippets of notes but they sat all awkward and angular on the page (not in a good way). I had the start of a poem which I then tried to put into a pantoum, again, no real success.
What did help was reading more pantoums (yep, every time, so much of what we’re doing here). Here are two that I kept returning to:

If you have any examples that you love, or advice that you’ve found has helped, please do share.
Thank you
for the invitation to work on our craft. Which for some of us might have meant trying a new form, for others a reminder to reunite with a form used in the past.I’m hoping that after today I’ll be full of enthusiasm to try again over the weekend.
Share your pantoums my friends,
Nelly x
I think I've got one!!! I'm meant to be working, I've got so much to do and somehow here I am reading pantoums, being inspired to write pantoums and now commenting about pantoums. But I just wrote one, off the cuff, needs work but wanted to share while it was in my head... Also thanks to Zoe who gave me a line and a few of the pantoums today that have clearly jolted a memory that I was able to dig up a little.
Pantoum on rejection:
The sting it itches afterwards
Unknown reasons arrive one by one
Another buzz, now onto the, ‘should of’s’
I don’t know what it was I did wrong.
Potential options come one by one
What if I was never good enough anyway?
I don’t know what it was I did wrong
I can’t look desperate, I just won’t say.
The worst thing - I was never good enough anyway
I lick my wounds in private,
I’m not desperate, I just won’t say
Push the feelings down, learn to hide it.
Let me lick my wounds in private,
The bee that stings it will die all along
Tend to myself, not just hide it
Sometimes, you did nothing wrong.
“We platform and then punish” Yes we really do. Oh this is clever Ang! Had to read it twice and it revealed more each time (love it when that happens). What lovely pondering you’ve left me with drinking my coffee today. Thank you x