Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something 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.
Today the prompt is Beach huts which fast turned into Little beach huts, and then this happened. We do have beach huts in Denmark as well, and like almost everything here they are strictly regulated. No enlargements, no additions, no electricity, and no running water. I never really got the point in having a beach hut. After reading more about it, I still do not get it.
Beach huts
Little beach huts by the seaside,
little beach huts made of wood and timber
little beach huts by the seaside,
little beach huts colourful.
There's a blue one, and a green one
and a striped one and a yellow one,
Painted houses made of timber
and they seldom look the same.
But the people in the beach huts
they go bathing just like you and me
All the people in the beach huts
little people, all the same.
There's a tall one, and a short one,
and a thin one and a flabby one.
Little people in the beach huts,
little people, all the same.
Why do people have a beach hut
not a towel just like you and me.
Are the worried we'll see them
we are people - all the same.
There's a short one, and a tall one
And a fat one and a skinny one.
Little beach huts by the seaside
Little people, all the same!
Og så på dansk!
Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som blev startet af Diane fra On the Border i februar 2017; senere blev den videreført af Delores fra Mumblings og Jenny fra Procrastinating Donkey.
Derefter overtog Delores værtsrollen; men da Delores forlod internettet, vendte Diane tilbage og overtog værtsrollen igen, hvor hun og Jenny skiftevis foreslår et emne.
Nu har Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg overtaget, da Diane ikke synes at have lyst til at genoptage Poetry Monday.
Stikordene hentes nu fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe med et (tegne-)stikord for hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være her og på Mimis blog. Og de egner sig for det meste også perfekt til at skrive digte om.
Jeg har en opfordring til jer: Hvis I læser dette og andres digte via linkene, vil I så ikke være så søde at skrive en kommentar?
Halvdelen – hvis ikke mere – af det sjove ved disse udfordringer er at modtage andres reaktioner.
I dag er stikordet Badehuse, hvilket hurtigt blev til »Små kabiner«, og så skete det her. Jeg har aldrig rigtig forstået pointen med at have et badehus. Efter at have læst mere om det, forstår jeg det stadig ikke.
Badehuse
Små kabiner, tæt ved stranden,
badehuse, skabt af træ og tagpap,
små kabiner, tæt ved stranden
Så forskellige de er.
Der' et blåt et, og et gult et
og et rødt et og et stribet et
De er malet helt forskelligt.
Det ser vældig festligt ud.
Men de folk der er i husene
går i vandet ligesom du og jeg,
Alle dem der er i husene
De er mensker hver og en.
Der' en tyk én og en tynd én
og en lav én og en rigtig lang.
Allesammen er de mensker,
de er allesammen ens.
Hvad skal folk med badehuse,
når et håndklæde er ligeså godt?
Vi er alle sammen men'sker
vi er alle sammen ens.
Der' en lang én og en kort én
Og en tynd én og en lille prop.
Badehuse tæt ved stranden
de kan kun forundre mig.
- - - - - Coming Prompts - - - - -
September 21 Solstice - Should it be Equinox, I wonder.
September 28 Bonfire
October 5 Rocket
October 12 Contents of the safe
October 19 X-ray vision
October 26 Clam
November 2 Big Birds
November 9 Planes
I like your poem, and when the little huts have a toilet and changing area, I understand. In some societies, people are more shy about changing into a "bathing costume" in front of strangers. If it's not the case where you live, they would be superfluous.
SvarSletIf people here were shy, it would be more practical with the type of "changing cabins" existing in my youth, long rows of lockers, just big enought for undressing and donning a swimsuit.
SletBeach huts here are small - max 6 square metres, very few and hence very expensive. I'll add a picture ;)
I was put in mind of little boxes on the hillside, another poem/song from years ago. Same rhythm as yours, do you know it? https://youtu.be/VUoXtddNPAM?si=bSQwrBmVny2IKJtX
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You got me, that was my model ;)
SletI love this and I sang it to the tune of "Little Boxes on the hillside". Well done.
SvarSletThank you - I did use the tune from Little Boxes ;)
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