I’m not claiming to be a poet, indeed poetry did not hold great appeal to me over the years. I detested it in school, to be honest. I think it was the delving into the words and searching for their meaning and what is the poet trying to say here? Or express there? Having said that poetry came alive for me during my year at UL under the expert direction of Dr. Martin Dyar. He taught me how to ‘read’ a poem, how to look at it and discover its meaning for me, how it relates to me and so much more. I loved that semester at UL.
So when I came across #7wordpoet on Twitter, I clicked in and read through some of the tweets. I also enjoy a challenge and decided to take part. @7wordpoet shares a prompt each Friday. Your work must contain the prompt and consist of, yes, you guessed it, seven words. You may use a slight variation of the prompt as in the second prompt in the table below. So I am posting here my offerings over the past number of Fridays. Maybe you might enjoy this small exercise and look up #7wordspoet on Twitter.
| Prompt | #7wordspoet |
| She/Her | She looked to the moon, And howled |
| Gkisten/Sparkle | Love is tears glistening and smiles sparkling |
| Imagine | Imagine no more, know you’re worthy |
| Family | Family is your roots, but still, fly |
| Why | Why every time you leave? I wait |
| Eternal | Eternal means forever, like you and me |
| Dance | One, two, thump thump, dance of life |
| Stone | Stone, soft, solid, You are my rock |
Meet you back here soon, oh and if you wish to, you will find me on Twitter @marytbrad
I hope you give the poet within you a go and enjoy the experience of writing in a different format.
Mary B, x
Mary T Bradford 