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The final day – NaPoWriMo Day Thirty. Here we have a prompt to ‘… take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order.’
I’ve chosen a simple one of mine titled ‘Turtle Disaster’. This is the original:
Turtles are a kind of tortoise
That all live under the wortoise;
Turtles through these waters race,
For they move in car-apace!
In the ocean see her hurtle –
Should you flip ‘er, she’s turned turtle;
Turtles, right way up, must be
Mock ones, therefore, you agree?
Turtles are a sorry group –
Often land up in the soup.
The reversed version (reversion?), with minimal modification, does kinda work, but I don’t think quite as well as the one above.
Often landing up in soup,
Turtles are a sorry group;
Mock ones, therefore, you agree,
Turtles right way up must be –
Should you flip ‘er, she’s turned turtle!
In the ocean see her hurtle,
For they move in car-apace
As they through these waters race –
Living all under the wortoise,
Turtles are a kind of tortoise?
Today has been taken up with the seventh birthday of Granddaughter R, and about five hours of a seminar about statues, and has had some exciting news regarding something I have edited recently … but all of that will have to come into a new month. I am not just bushed – more like forested enough to rival the Amazon jungle!