Each week, The Write Practice members are invited to take part in Flash Fiction Fridays, where they can use optional prompt words to write something new. Marion Bolton regularly rises to this challenge, creating a humorous four-line poem for each prompt. We are pleased to present a collection of her work below.
Marion Bolton came to writing late in life. She joined The Write Practice and at first wrote short stories. She came to writing poetry quite accidentally. She entered a poetry competition writing her first poem, a sonnet, but she mostly enjoys writing these short poems on prompts.
Depth
I once was asked if I would read,
A thesis long and boring,
But I knew that I was out of my depth,
Thank heavens it soon had me snoring.
Toast
The boy stood on the burning deck,
But he’d no room to boast,
His slice of bread and butter,
Had become a piece of toast!
Leer
The drunkard sitting at the bar,
Kept giving me a leer,
It’s a while since someone had made a pass,
So, I bought him another beer.
Pavement
Walking on a pavement,
That’s rough and not quite flat,
Can trip you up, cause you to fall,
And makes you feel a prat.
The Redundant Gift
One Christmas as a gift I bought,
A wooden tenderiser,
But she was vegetarian,
So, I think, it quite surprised ‘er!
Argument
The argument raged back and forth,
It elicited quite a storm,
Some thought the life class tastefully done,
While others found it porn.
How refreshing to read some good rhyming poetry for a change. It seems that this form is rarely produced these days. in fact some competitions even do not accept rhyming poetry. Most of the rubblish published now is merely prose without punctuation. How many of these written today will be remembered and recited in years to to come?
I agree with your comment. Poetry has changed! Poems don’t tend to rhyme anymore.