an evening at ‘the swampy’

an evening at the swampy – Spoken Word format on SoundCloud

it’s frog evening
happy hour
across the road
at the swampy creek amphibi-inn

preeping voices
shouting out in rushes
about the day just gone

how are the taddy’s going

I saw your brrrnie swam the creek

did you get a load of the legs on…

hop over to the bar-rock
fetch us all another round

don‘t puff your throat at me
or you’ll be knee-deeep in no time

fat croaker
you’re so full of rribbett
it’s just disgusting
crreepp

did you hear about freddie
funeral tomorrow
make sure you wear dark green

was a shame the way he went
but everybody knows currawongs
can’t be trusted

there’s a sudden silence
in the field
the main event
is on centre stone

it’s lola la
extending a long leg
stretching out her toes
wriggling

a rurrurrapp from the crowd
embarrassing
is shushed
as the spots converge
and lola sings

about a froggy evening
and a very happy hour
down at the swampy creek

no-one can sing it better
so
set ‘em up again
brrrrt

yes
set ‘em up again
this frog’s thirsty

© Frank Prem 2010


This is an unpublished poem that has been recorded in spoken word format, with the production and technical assistance of my wife  Leanne Murphy.

The Day Craft

The Day Craft – Spoken Word format on SoundCloud

she sat at her wheel
beneath the broad sweep
of open sky

as each bright ray
reached down to touch her
and warm her while she worked
she caught it in a tender grasp
crooned quietly
and applied herself
to the repetitions

warm and spin
warm and spin

as the day cooled
ray upon ray
she shawled herself against the chill
and spun
until the last

until the night

and then
the loom

clack clack
and clack again

warp
weft
the shuttle flew
she wove for morning

for another rising
of the sun

© Frank Prem, 2010

Another poem in this series: the higher crafts
Daily Prompt: Craft

The Day Craft is taken from an unpublished mythologically inspired series of poems inspired from repeat exposures to the work of the late Joseph Campbell.
The Day Craft has been recorded in spoken word format, with my wife Leanne Murphy providing musical accompaniment, recording expertise and final polish.

maketh the man

maketh the man – Spoken Word format on SoundCloud

she drew her hands from the pool
squeezed and shaped the mud
sang a murmur while patting the form
la la la-la-la la la
and moulded a small man-figure
that she sat down beside her

she gave him a mouth
smiling
and two eyes
then breathed on him once

breathed again

la la la-la-la la la

it was no surprise at all
when he moved his arms
clambered up to stand wobbling
on the legs she’d made
especially for him

the first word that he spoke
was her name
la-la-la

and that was the song they sang together
la-la-la-la-la

when the call rang out for supper
she put him down
back in the water he came from

she would return later
to squeeze and shape the mud
and breathe him into life
again

la

la la
la-la

la-la-la-la

© Frank Prem 2010


Another piece taken from an unpublished mythologically inspired series of poems inspired from repeat exposures to the work of the late Joseph Campbell, this piece has been recorded in spoken word format, with my wife Leanne Murphy providing musical accompaniment, recording expertise and final polish.

Mixed Media challenge.

not I at all

Listen to Frank’s reading of not I at all – recorded on SoundCloud.


I danced in the flames
the heat licked all over me
but I did not burn
not at all

I lay down in the stream
the water rose above me
but I did not drown
not at all

I stood in the storm
the wind raved around me
but I was not moved
not at all

I speak to the sun

I listen to the night

I dream this world
in its laughter and its tears
but I do not asleep
not at all

not at all


© Frank Prem 2010


Another piece taken from an unpublished mythologically inspired series of poems inspired from repeat exposures to the work of the late Joseph Campbell, this poem has been recorded and made available on SoundCloud, with my wife Leanne Murphy providing musical accompaniment, recording expertise and final polish.