Friday, July 31, 2026

Poetry Sisters Write Pantoums Inspired by Pádraig Ó Tuama

This month's challenge was to write a pantoum inspired by a New Year's post by Pádraig Ó Tuama. In that post, he offered these prompts for the pantoum.

Write eight lines.

Number each one, 1-8, and then arrange them in the shape below.

1  ______

2  ______

3  ______

4  ______


2  ______

5  ______

4  ______

6  ______


5  ______

7  ______

6  ______

8  ______


7  ______

3  ______

8  ______

1  ______

As you arrange them in the shape, feel free to modify the repetition; some new idea may emerge.

    • Where are you? What place? A village? a guest house? A city?
    • What’s a night sound from outside you hear regularly?
    • What’s a night sound from inside you hear regularly?
    • What can you see in the dark?
    • Who is nearby? Neighbours? Owls? Mice? What’s happening for them?
    • What’s time doing?
    • What physical sensations can you feel when you wake at night?
    • What’s one thing that’s on your mind when you wake?

Here's the poem I came up with. I wrote about summer nights in the house I grew up in.

The Edge of Sleep

On hot nights, I lie on the screened porch,
serenaded by a chorus of crickets,
while the kitchen clock keeps ticking
and a sliver of moon rests above the roof.

Serenaded by a chorus of crickets,
upstairs, my father snores
as a sliver of moon rests above the roof
and the shortest night of summer slips away.

Upstairs, my father snores
while I fear I'll slip from the dream cliff;
the shortest night of summer slips away.
Will I ever sleep again?

I fear I'll slip from the dream cliff
as the kitchen clock keeps ticking.
Will I ever sleep again
on hot nights, on the screened porch?

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below.

Would you like to try the next challenge? We will be writing in the form of the haiku sonnet. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on August 28th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference. Happy Poetry Friday all!  

9 comments:

  1. The dream cliff! You include such wonderful descriptions, Tricia. (I have always thought I'd love a screened porch, but I already have enough trouble sleeping, haha!)

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  2. Ooh, I love that dream cliff and that sliver of moon resting over the roof. You always write with such wonderful details, Tricia!

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  3. (Had to laugh - I always hear EVERY CLOCK when I'm unable to sleep. MADDENING!) You used the prompt so well - and this makes insomnia beautiful - slivered in silver, screened in and serenaded. I've ALWAYS wanted to try sleeping on a porch, because it should be as wonderful as sleeping in a tent but better, since you can see the night around you... but no, the mosquitoes will just find me faster. 😆

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  4. I love the sounds that roll in with each line -- demanding to be heard in the battle to sleep -- crickets, clocks, snores -- and the moon rests ;)

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  5. Trish, I had some similar thoughts in my pantoum, but I love the rich details you have added. It makes me think of you thinking so clearly of the sights and sounds of the night--the sliver of moon, the serenading crickets, and your father's snores. The rich image in the subtle changes...the fear of slipping and then the slip off the dream cliff, and the shortest day of summer and the resting moon seem to mock your sleeplessness. Well done.

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  6. The "sliver of moon, dream cliff, shortest night of summer slipping away..." leads to the stuff of good dreams.

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  7. The dream cliff–lovely, as is the build into the last stanza of sleeplessness, thanks Tricia!

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  8. I can hear the crickets, the ticking clock (have heard them, have slept on my grandparents' screened porch in Florida...) This is so evocative, Tricia.

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  9. I never got to sleep on a porch, but this poem is a good substitute!

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