mandag den 1. september 2025

Poetry Monday :: Under the Sea

    Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt håber vi - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
    
Stikordene kommer fremover fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.

Dagens stikord er:
Under havet! Men jeg er alvorligt bange for at jeg ikke når et digt på dansk i dag. Ikke engang det engelske er ordentlig færdig.

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Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
 
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.

  I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others
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Today's subject is Under the Sea!

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Ever since I composed the long poem for Awakening in my head and could remember all of it, I have tried to repeat this feat. It seems to have been a one-off.  I have in any case never succeeded in remembering all of my poem ever since - or indeed before.

Today with Under the Sea, I had an idea in the early morning hours when the dustmen woke me up with their normal noisy ways.

I "wrote" several verses and half-verses, hoping to remember them when it was time to get up. I might have remembered more, had I sat myself down to write as soon as I awoke, but life got in the way. So now I not so proudly present the two first verses and a general outline of the rest interspersed with rhyming pieces
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Under the Sea
Under the sea
that's where well be
We will have fish,
not as a dish,
not on the table,
but in the stable.
That's where they'll be.

And every night
is lit so bright.
A moonfish hung
and starfish strung.
Over the table
hung on a cable
a lampfish-light.

Fun nights with swordfish fights and pufferfish dart, entertainment by clownfish ...

and seahorse races
to secret places

People under the sea, walking their sea-dogs, milking seacows and finding spectacular treasures guarded by lobsters whose bites are worse than their barks ... and factories driven by the sparks
of electric eels. Producing


papers so pink
and midnight ink

from squids and octopuses; to be used by

Poets like me
under the sea.

If time permits and my undersea muse returns, I will be back to add more lines later today.

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Coming up:

Sep 8 Big City

Sep 15 Tea fusing
Sep 22 Kitchen
Sep 29 Snuggles
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