Monthly Archives: March 2013

TaraDada The winners of the sound-good challenge

Here are my three top picks for a poem that sounds good.

 

Sam has written a poem that sounds great. I love the way the ‘eek’ sounds run through the poem like the squeaking door. I also like the way the title says one thing (something scary!) and then the poem says another (something ordinary!). I like the way Sam has a few words on each line — it adds to the atmosphere of the poem. Awesome job Sam (BTW everyone Sam told me he is a boy). I look forward to seeing more poems by you. There must be something in the water at your school because Ohaupo School is sending in very cool poems. Sam will get a copy of Margaret Mahy’s The Word Witch thanks to HarperCollins NZ.

Spook in the Night

 

Eeeeek  eeeeek

is the sound

of our door

in the night

 

 

I am in bed

and the creak

gives me

a fright

 

 

Mum gets some oil

to fix

the loud

squeak

 

 

And now

I find

that I can

sleep

Sam S  aged 8, Year 4 Ohaupo School

 

Luke’s poem has lots of different sounds. It sounds great read aloud. There are some words that shine in the lines ( like ‘pop’ and ‘bright blur’). I love the fierce energy and then the way the ending catches you by surprise. It is a poem I want to read more than once. Magnificent job Luke. Luke will get a copy of Margaret Mahy’s The Word Witch thanks to HarperCollins NZ.

 

The Ferocious Giant

 

I look out the window

There are trees swaying side to side

Leaves flying towards the sky

Clouds pushing and shoving

Sudenly red eyes pop out and sharp black teeth from inisde a mouth

It opens and gets deadlier

There’s a bright blur behind the ferocious giant

It gets smaller and smaller

Woosh!

Rain drops like a busted water balloon!

Luke W aged 10, Year 6 Manurewa East Primary

 

Madeleine shows how you can play with the number of words on line, use rhyme here and there, and use a word or two that shines (swooped). Her poem sounds good! I loved ‘silent wings’ and then in the next line ‘swooped.’

I will pop a copy of my poems Macaroni Moon in the mail for you (there are only a few copies left as it is out of print!). Great job Madeleine!

 

The Haunted House

 

As I walked into the Haunted House,

I heard a creeping on the floor,

I turned around …

and a scary Ghost flew straight through the door.

 

I was shaking,

not knowing what to do,

then on silent wings

a Morepork swooped down and whispered “BOO!”

 

I slowly backed away.

‘This was not my favourite day,’

I say!

 

Madeleine P aged 12, Year 8 Campion College Gisborne

 

 

 

An Easter-break Challenge for Young NZ Poets

I will post the winners and my favourites in the Margaret Mahy sound-poem challenge sometime after the 5pm deadline today. Two lucky young poets will get a copy of Margaret’s The Word Witch.

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An Easter Challenge: You can tell by now I love the beach. It is my favourite place to go in the morning. This is what it looked like early today. I took a photo but I could have written a poem.

I won’t be posting over Easter (back on Wednesday April 3) but here’s a little holiday challenge: write a poem using no more than 20 words about your favourite place to go at the weekends. Check out my tips to help you write it.

Make the place come alive with the words you pick. Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com Include your name, age, year, name of school and write Easter Challenge. HAPPY EASTER! Send to me by Tuesday April 2nd 5pm but I will post any I like over the long weekend (get Mum or Dad to help you send them).

Writing poems is sometimes like making soup & Mahy’s Mr Whistler

Writing poems is sometimes like making soup ( I love making and eating soup in winter). You need just the right amount of ingredients, but I reckon we all have a different idea of what those ingredients might be. Too much salt and the soup tastes yuk! Not enough salt and the soup tastes yuk! Not enough liquid and it’s not really soup. Pumpkin and ginger — a match made in heaven.

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Margaret Mahy knew how to make a good soup poem and a good soup story. Just as I showed with The Moon & Farmer McPhee, Margaret used her ear when she wrote Mr Whistler. Sometimes a whole sentence will be full of shiny words, but often she writes a plain sentence with one word that shines:

‘Last of all he clapped his hat on his head.’

Margaret could have said ‘put his hat on’ but clapped just adds music and zing to her story. She uses just the right amount of salt (shiny words).

Mr Whistler sounds good but it is also a great story. Mr Whistle gets dressed. He is off to the station, dancing and tapping with a song in his head.  He is really worried he is going to lose his ticket. I don’t want to spoil how this delightful story unfolds — you will just have to read it.

Gavin Bishop, one of our very best illustrators, did the illustrations. The illustrations dance and tap across the page like the song in Mr Whistler’s head. I love them! I always get curious about the pictures and wonder what the illustrator used to do them. These look like a mix of water-colour and ink on special water-colour paper. I always wish the publishers would give us this information. Gavin Bishop lives in Christchurch.

Mister Whistler was published by Gecko Books in 2012. This is what it says inside: ‘For more curiously good books see http://www.geckopress.com.’  Congratulations Gecko Press, this book is one of them!

Jack’s Wild Water poem on NZ Poetry Box

I think Jack has done a great job on this poem. It flows well. He took up the alliteration challenge and sprinkled the ‘w’s through so they are like little waves of water in the poem.

I also like the way the poem changes. It looks like a waterfall — skinny to start and then a fat little pool on the bottom.

 

 

 

Hi  my poem has some alliteration, some rhythm and some onomatopea!

It is called Wild Water:

 

 

WILD WATER

Water splashes

Water moves

Water streams

Water pours

Water  flows

Water goes…

Boom! Crash! Splash!

Falling from the rocks

Wild water is a wonder to watch.

 

Jack Prebble Age 8, year 5

Fendalton Open Air School

Alliteration Challenge

Poetry Box Poetry Play #3 Word Walks

I love walking. I love walking on the beach early every morning. I love walking on the sand looking for surprises. I love walking in the bush. I love walking along the city streets hearing the hubbub of people and cars (it’s quiet where I live so it makes a change!). I love walking alongside streams and in places I have never been to before. I loved walking through the Abel Tasman National Park with my family. I even love walking up steep hills.

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So I decided it would be fun to do some word walks. I have had a go at two. See what you can do. There are no rules. When you do a word walk you get to play with words. Send your word walk to paulajoygreen@gmail.com. Don’t forget to include your name, age, year, name of school, teacher’s email if you can, and which challenge it is for.

 

 

1.

Down the zig

up the zag

by the pohutakawa

across the wet

with my dogs

to the warm.

 

2.

Down the path

up the tree

over the fence

under the bridge

by the sea

 

Down the tree

up the fence

over the bridge

under the sea

by the path

 

Down the fence

up the bridge

over the sea

under the path

by the tree

Word Puddles by Emily and Athena

Two more word puddles. I tried saying both out loud and I listened to each word as it dropped into air. Great job Emily and Athena.

Roar drip crash hush

Cool soft sooth freeze

Slivery silver drips splosh

Feather mossy falling ferns

Drippy rocks slimy shimmer

By Emily S 11 Year 7 Ohaupo School

 

 

 

 

 

Humid warm weather

Hot dry dust

Anger

Falling plump drops

Wet cold showers

Joy

 

Athena B 12yrs Remuera Intermediate School

Poetry Box Tip #6 Alliteration

Margaret Mahy’s stories and poems are full of alliteration. Have a hunt for some and see how she does it!

 

1. When you write a poem you can collect words that start with the same sound and huddle them together:

The pink pepper pot is hot

 

2. You can have different huddles:

The pink pepper pot is hotter than sizzling sausages,

ferocious fires and the black sand in summer.

 

3. Or you can sprinkle your alliteration through your poem:

My dog loves to dash and dart

at the beach on the sand,

but she does not dare go in the water

because she dog paddles like a duck.

 

Give it a go! Send me a poem if you like. Don’t forget your name, age, name of school and the name of the challenge (alliteration) paulajoygreen@gmail.com