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Pip Lincolne: Student Poet!

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Maybe you know I have been learning more about writing via Open Universities and studying at Curtin Uni (which is in my former stomping ground of WA)?

Well I am and I love it. I must sound like an advertisement for Open Universities, but the truth is I am just so keen to talk about the positive powers of learning new things.

I am studying a poetry unit at the moment, because I find poetry really tricky and I really wanted to learn much, much more about it. I’m 2/3 of the way through this unit and I am slowly, slowly getting a grasp on how poems work and where the words fit and how they sound too.

Because I have been sharing a lot about the things I am doing and feeling, I thought I would share A POEM WITH YOU. It makes me feel very weird to do this. Even more weird than talking about depression and anxiety, for some reason. But I think it’s good to push through weird feelings sometimes and this poem is about standing in the middle of a hard time and believing you can emerge.

Not only does this seem bolstering for times like these, but also maybe it will spark some feelings about learning new things in you, too. I highly recommend it if you are feeling a bit overwhelmed by the current crisis and weighed down by so much sad news.

I thought I would share not only the poem, but the ‘writer’s reflection’ that student poets have to provide to explain their poem, how it came to be, the challenges that arose, its influences etc. I am not very good at the reflection part yet, because it’s a type of writing I am still learning about. But I am hoping to get better! Truth be told I am not sure I am that great at the poem part yet either! But I am going to keep learning more and I think I WILL get better.

If none of this is interesting to you, that is SO FINE. Skip away, little bird and come back another time. I respect that!

If you are still here, here is my poem and following it … the writer’s reflection. It was written for an assessment task, and I am not sure how I will go, but I am sure I will learn more about poems from the feedback I get!


The Platypus

She’s awake in the dark,
slipping off
as day breaks
through eucalypts
like smelling salts.

Sliding one gloved hand
to the middle
where slick planks splice
skinny snapshots
of dancing water.

Trees drip
and grapple, ancient
briny branches hung
with a watchful
dawn’s chorus.

She cranes her neck
up, out,
over the rope,
edging close to
the glittering ripples

glimpsing
something precious
breathing
in
the brackish
underneath.


And here is the reflection. Don’t laugh!!! I am just a beginner!!!

Reflection

This poem was reworked from a Week 6 activity that asked students to write a poem “using end-line words that begin with each consecutive letter” of the alphabet.

I wrote a poem based on my experience of watching for platypuses from a Yarra River bridge. This ritual was always a helpful and hopeful one for me, the tonic of the natural world particularly bolstering during a challenging and transformative time. I was keen to capture this in a poem.

I rewrote the poem carefully for this assessment, concentrating more keenly on the sensory components of the platypus search to create atmosphere, and on using the platypus as a symbol of independence.

I aimed to craft a scene which was both very public and very private, reflecting the duality of the platypus, its head above water, then below. I hoped to convey a sense of being alone yet centre stage — in the middle — preparing for the next act. The platypus seeker’s own duality.

As the work developed, I realised I could use the dawn chorus as an anchor for some reinforcing performative imagery, including the explicit ‘dancing’ as well as the word ‘crane’ (substituted from stretched), alluding to the crane’s dancing symbolism and connecting back to the avian chorus.

Workshopping highlighted some weaknesses including a trite final line (‘those magical things’) and a lack of vulnerability. I reworked the poem making it more personal and removing ‘lazy’ word choices. I added gloved hands to represent a hidden nature, easily exposed.

I played with active words to instil momentum and make the poem fun to read aloud. I incorporated alliteration and consonance to interconnect lines and stanzas. I chose words like hung, rope, neck to contrast with glittering, precious, breathe representing a rebirth after darkness.

I struggled with poetic line, punctuation and capitalisation in my previous works. Further course reading helped me to better understand the power of these poetic elements and I worked to use them more effectively in this poem.

The stream of consciousness writing of Virginia Woolf in Mrs Dalloway has inspired more ‘tumbling’ writing about the natural world. Walt Whitman’s A Noiseless Patient Spider influenced some of this poem’s rhythm and repetition. Emily Dickinson’s puzzle-style works inspired a less literal approach in this poem particularly Tell all the truth but tell it slant.

I realise that much of myself is represented in both the platypus and woman, a duality which felt as transformative-ly helpful and hopeful as the initial platypus treasure hunts.


Are you interested in learning something new? Do you know much about poetry?

x Pip

7 Comments

  • Reply
    Meg
    May 13, 2020 at 9:57 AM

    Thank you for sharing Pip. A beautiful poem. I too believe in the bolstering tonic of the natural world.

  • Reply
    Sarah
    May 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM

    I was reminded of the poetry of Judith Wright when I read your poem. Such a considered choice of words. Well done!

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    Tracey
    May 8, 2020 at 8:33 PM

    I loved your poem. It was beautiful to read!

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    Collette
    May 5, 2020 at 9:12 PM

    A beautiful poem, I read it over a couple of times and then read it to my husband. I’d love to read more of your poetry. I don’t know much about poetry. I did an English degree but never took a poetry class. I’d love to know more, so keep sharing your work and your new-found knowledge!

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    Philippa
    May 5, 2020 at 7:49 PM

    Oh Pip, your poem is simply wonderful 🙂 I loved reading your writer’s reflection afterwards too. I’ll try doing that the next time I write a poem (which is often). I’m finding poetry is really filling my writer’s well at the moment. I have been reading Ali Whitlock’s collection “and my heart crumples like a coke can” which I think you’d love, and I only just discovered the Irish poet Eavan Boland, who sadly died last week. Her work is extraordinary.

    I’ll leave you with this little thought – “Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.” – Muriel Rukeyser

    Please share more of your poetry! Maybe your courage will inspire me to share some of mine too 🙂 xx

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    Maya
    May 5, 2020 at 2:19 PM

    I loved your poem Pip, it’s lovely. Strong and evocative and pretty and beautiful to read (and not pretentious!) I don’t know much about poetry other than that I like it – I did my postgrad in Creative Writing at Curtin too, and picked all the poetry units to focus on 🙂 Not much use to me in journalism, I know, and I got so many strange reactions when people asked me what my minor was, but I enjoyed it so much. They were difficult but they were some of my favourite classes.

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    Linda Brown
    May 5, 2020 at 10:42 AM

    I learned so much from you! I love Emily Dickinson. Poems are life itself!

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