I'm late posting my Monday poem - what can I say, I was feeling under the weather yesterday and was far too busy feeling sorry for myself to put up a poem. But sure, better late than never as they say.
This weeks task was to write a poem based on our favourite word.
My favourite word is 'Vehicular'. What can I say? I just love saying it. Try it. But it must be out loud. Feel how the word grabs hold of your entire mouth and makes you work to say it. Great stuff.
But really, a poem based on this word, not necessarily the most exciting. Or I was just being lazy. Okay, I was just being lazy. I am quite sure one could compose quite the epic using this wonderful word.
Instead I went for a word I really like a lot. 'Firkle'. How could you not like that word? If you're unfamiliar with this word, it's belongs to the same world as Niamh B's 'guddle'. It does have a generic meaning to look/search but it's generally used by those who grow potatoes. It describes the process where one sticks ones hands in the muck and feels up the growing potatoes to see if they are big enough to be harvested. It all sounds rather rude.
So, to the poem.
(email me for the poem!)