Stalking a Poem

Poetry Guinea Pigs

This week I have been in Gladstone, Calliope and Tannum Sands, for the biennial Curtis Coast Literary Carnivale. There will be more posts to come about this, but for Poetry Friday, I share poems and pics from my workshop groups, where we were writing… POETRY! (Of course! :P)

 

This group snuck in so quietly I truly honestly didn’t hear them arrive. (They were as quiet as guinea pigs!) To get them warmed up, we started with the Guinea Pig Chant. We then looked at different shape poems, before writing a guinea pig poem collaboratively on the big screen. It’s the first time I’ve used the technology in this way in a session before – and I’ll definitely be doing it again!

Cute is cute is cute.

This is an update on yesterday’s post about Lots of Cute Things.

All these guinea pigs smell like soft baby toys. That would be the new shampoo in the pet shop with Chiminey. 😉

Ava-lanche, Gipsy, Chiminey & Tarym all look & smell beautiful!

Lots of Cute Things!

It’s been a month of cuteness and new babies.

To start with, we traded our teenage boy (guinea pig!) for a teenage girl. I called her Tarym – my rat. Because she looks like a cross between a rat, and a feral pig. An unlikely, cute combination.

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