Paint chip monostich

This week’s prompt from Linda Kruschke is for a monostich – a single line of poetry. The full definition and the paint chip colours as well as her monotich and the responses of others may be found on her blog. Why not have a go?

Linda writes:

My challenge to you today is to write a poem using monostich. You could try writing a poem that is a single line in its entirety, or use monostich interspersed throughout a longer poem. I actually hope that someone tries the joke option mentioned in Drury’s definition. I’m not clever enough for that, but I’m sure one of you is.

The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with are the red planetlily of the valleydust devilfossilgreen flashschool bus, and inchworm.

I would like you to incorporate one or two of these words and phrases into your monostich, if you decide to write just a one-line poem. If you write a longer poem, with monostich throughout or at the beginning or end, then I would like you to use at least four of the words and phrases, with at least one in a monostich.

Is there life on Mars?

Does lily of the valley grow on the red planet?
It might look like a green flash surrounded by granite.

A fossil of an inchworm would be proof positive, innit?

(Although I grew up south of the Thames, I can’t remember using ‘innit’ before! It’s a local version of ‘isn’t it?’.)


Paint Chip Poetry Challenge #49

I began taking part in Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Challenge during the first lockdown of 2020. The poems I have written so far may be found on my Paint Chip Poetry Page with a few relevant photos. With over 30 poems so far the page is becoming rather unwieldy. I decided that the first week of December, being Advent and the beginning of the church’s year, would be a good time to start sharing any future Paint Chip Poems as blog posts.

Linda’s post can be found here with the coloured paint chip cards and her poem. I am quoting part of her post below.

And trust me, this will be a challenge. I almost feel like I should apologize for the poem the random number generator landed on. It’s titled Eggs Rated from page 149. You’re on your own to figure out what to do with this one.
The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with are easy peasy, puddle, vintage turquoise, moon walk, hearthstone, sun rays, and tangerine dream. May that first phrase characterize your poetry writing for this prompt. Use how ever many of the words and phrases work for you.


It’s my turn to cook dinner tonight.
The reason being that ham omelette
Is easy peasy for me to prepare.
Hubby cooked one that we’ll not forget.

To be 5-star-perfect, an omelette
Has to be fluffy and light.
Inside it’s yellow like the sun’s rays.
Tangerine dream would not be quite right.

About my Paint Chip Poetry Page

I began taking part in a weekly poetry challenge from Linda Kruschke during lockdown. I have collected my poems together on a page.

I have been updating the page each time I complete the challenge, but in case you have missed it I am adding this extra post with an example from the page. I have added a photo to a few of my poems.

Paint chip 38 The Grand Plan

‘For this week’s challenge we are writing about a Grand Plan. It could be something you have planned for the future. It could be an account of some villain’s nefarious grand plan. Or you could write about a grand plan that didn’t quite turn out. The sky’s the limit with this one.

Although, I suppose, you are limited by these odd paint chip words and phrases: fresh-squeezedtongue-tiedgreen flashrainstormblank canvastumbleweed, and under the sea. Because they are a weird conglomeration of words, I’m only going to ask you to use three. But bonus points if your plan is to use them all and you succeed.’

The Grand Plan

The Grand Plan was a week’s holiday –
A blank canvas of time to fill.
Breakfast with fresh-squeezed orange juice
And favourite cereal was a thrill.

The rainstorm blew up from a blue sky
There was a green flash; tumbleweed
Was blowing everywhere and then
A boat capsized. Folk had to be freed.

Under the sea was not the place to be!
A person, who was not tongue-tied,
Dialled Coastguard (999).
Had he been mute someone might have died.

The verses above are all fiction
Using the challenger’s choices.
It can be fun to write words
With ideas as from other voices!