To be's the question, or, perhaps, to not—
a sonnet I have penned, just like the Bard;
invoking skills I thought were long forgot—
it's simple really, who declared it hard?
But as the time went by, my thoughts did stray,
and soon my verse had lost all sense of form;
I found my rhymes would head the other way,
my sonnet now no longer met the norm.
Instead of rhyming in lines one and three,
my pattern soon became AABB;
and echoing the rule for two and four,
was simply found "to be" too hard a chore.
A quatorzain it is, but it is not
a sonnet now; too bad, I've lost the plot!
|
Author Notes
Today's word: quatorzain (n.) a poem of fourteen lines which does not meet the form requirements of a sonnet.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
|
|
