Tag: writing

This is the childhood that I daily dreamed of

Another sonnet. I like the sonnet form! The name sonnet derives from the Occitan word sonet and the Italian word sonetto, both meaning ‘little song’. The form dates back centuries and has come to signify a poem of 14 lines with a strict rhyming scheme and specific structure. There is usually (traditionally anyway) a volta or turn more often than not after the first … Read More This is the childhood that I daily dreamed of

Saving the roses – a sestina for the environment

Saving the roses is a sestina. A sestina consists of 39 lines made up of six six-line stanzas and a tercet (or envoi) and is probably the most challeging poetic form there is. There are six end words which are used for every line, but in a different order which is referred to as retrogradatio cruciata (‘retrograde cross’). The sestina is reputed to have … Read More Saving the roses – a sestina for the environment

Outlandish Tales of Folklore

Outlandish Tales of Folklore is a series of three sonnets which uses traditional folktales and mythology as its subject. Cooking with Elves Around the campfire they sit and Squabble, the Dark Elves, the Svartálfar, Who capture babies in the night, While slumbering peacefully in their beds Tangling their hair in elflocks They squeal with horrid delight, Throw them in… Throw them in… No beauty … Read More Outlandish Tales of Folklore

Lost and found

Lost and found is a villanelle, a rather old-fashioned poetic form which is 19 lines long and consists of five tercets and a closing quatrain. It depends on the repeated use of two lines. These two lines appear four times each and again at the very end. The Villanelle originated in France and entered the English language in the 1800s. Lost and found I … Read More Lost and found

Sunday

Sunday is a very short poem I wrote years ago. I have also included a couple of Haikus. A Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines in the pattern 5, 7, 5 morae (or on). A morae is a sound unit, which characterizes Japanese poetry, unlike English poetry which is characterized by meter. Sunday You left on Sunday Now the … Read More Sunday

Circus

Circus You left to join the circus As it travelled through our town, You said you were a lion-tamer Not a lady’s clown. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was trying to play it cool. I didn’t mean to be unkind Or treat you like a fool. The flat was cold and empty So I let it to a man Who was a … Read More Circus

It’s hard to iron

It’s hard to iron It’s hard to iron Without a hand No not a hand As in to help, But hand as in The five-fingered extension Of one’s arm It’s hard to climb Without a foot No not the measurement Of length, But foot as in The five-toed extension Of one’s leg It’s hard to think Without a head No not ahead As in … Read More It’s hard to iron

Childhood dreaming

Childhood dreaming I wished I was a Persian cat With long grey fur and amber eyes I wished I was a greyhound dog Fast and sleek with coat that shines I wished I was a jungle lion Smart and fierce and roaming wild I could have been all three of these If I had been a different child But I was timid as a … Read More Childhood dreaming

Poetically retentive

This is not really my usual sort of poetry, just a bit of fun. I am not good at free verse. Poetically retentive With mathematical precision I count every beat From beginning to end of each line They must be concise and perfect and true And every so often must rhyme No freedom of verse or lyrical waxing No skipping a meter or two … Read More Poetically retentive

Opposites

My first poetic blog. Enjoy….. or not. Opposites The hat was pink and floppy with a large, bright pin. Her hair flowing, flowing forever Over her loose Indian smock He was stiff like his hat,  A stiff black hat with a black band,  A funeral hat for every day He hated her hat,  Her pink floppy hat, He loved her without the hat, The … Read More Opposites