My Shop (work in progress!)

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Where I'm From Poem

My second mum wrote a poem following these guidelines so I thought I'd have a go myself. Here is the first draft:

Where I Am From

I am from marbles and Marmite, new leather
suite, cat hair and sloe gin.

I am from the extensions and pine kitchen,
rugged mountains and bleak coast.

I am from dainty cherry and protecting elder,
wind singing in the pylons.

I am from Sunday dinners and blue eyes,
Clatworthy, Powditch and Flegg.

I am from talking too much, long baths,
baking, Grand Prix and Doom.

I am from tarot cards and physics -
the cold light of stars and the Land of Faery.

I am from Whitehaven, Wales and Norfolk,
trackless fens, fells and bottomless lakes.

I am from Peking duck, stew, leek and
potato soup and chutney.

I am from Esme's naked budgie,
the missing train and ookum flookum.

I am from the red photograph box, the out
of tune piano, the cupboard under the stairs.


Ruth said...

Oh yes - very recognisably your family background - but what's ookum flookum?

Karen said...

My grandad John is very into magic and optical illusions. When we went to stay with them he always had some sort of new trick to show me and he always had patter worked out. Ookum flookum was his way of getting the magic to work, his version of abracadabra I suppose!

Gill said...

This is fantastic Karen.