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cadhla

Iron Poet, Round III.

Aug 12, 2003 13:31

It's time for another round of my favourite poetry game, Iron Poet. Basically, you give me three words and possibly name the style of poetry you want, and I write a poem -- nice and simple, right? Right. There are, however, a few rules ( Read more... )

poetry, structured poetry, iron poet

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porpentine August 12 2003, 10:41:27 UTC

I'm in a simple mood:

steel
fire
water

Ghosts of Covent Garden. cadhla August 13 2003, 10:04:21 UTC

They fell in love by accident on ancient gray stone streets ( ... )

Re: Ghosts of Covent Garden. porpentine August 13 2003, 14:59:08 UTC

Mmm. I really, really like the imagery in this one. And hey, it's all sad -- right up my alley :)

Re: Ghosts of Covent Garden. cadhla August 13 2003, 22:06:21 UTC

I actually hit all four major elements -- earth, air, fire and water -- in each verse, with a rolling pattern to keep them from being totally predictable.

I'm glad you liked it.

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pelogrande August 12 2003, 10:42:32 UTC

Bolt
Feather
Run

Discount Store. cadhla August 13 2003, 10:30:35 UTC

They had a run not long ago
On happy ever afters;
They sold glass slippers by the gross,
And spinning wheels, both poisoned and equipped
To spin gold from the very strangest things.
The discount shelves are heaped with earlier fads --
Tattercloaks of fur and feathers,
Window gardens stocked with rampion seeds,
Bolts of cloth embroidered with diamond threads,
Fifty percent off, today only, hurry hurry, buy a tale.

In the pet department, tanks of spotted frogs
Sing mournful songs; some were princes,
Some wear golden crowns, and others clutch golden balls,
Ready to be sold and serve a spoiled princess.
Geese with golden feathers honk and hiss,
While striped cats cower, dreading the day when they
Will be forced to walk in leather boots like mockeries of men.
Donkeys are available by special order only.
Magic talking fish are in the back.

This is the store for those who would prefer
To take a do-it-yourself approach to everything,
Even their futures.
You'll find the way if you don't count
On once upon a time.

Re: Discount Store. pelogrande August 13 2003, 11:37:11 UTC

Oooh, I like. Is that any particular sort of form?

Re: Discount Store. pbristow August 15 2003, 00:57:26 UTC

Yeah. *Top* form, I'd say. =;o}

penmage August 12 2003, 10:51:35 UTC

museum, contradiction, velvet.

A sestina, please.

Museum Breakup. cadhla August 13 2003, 22:40:46 UTC

You said that we would meet at the museum ( ... )

Re: Museum Breakup. dormouse_in_tea August 15 2003, 03:30:28 UTC

This is different from what you usually do with a sestina. Not to imply anything about my feelings for prior efforts, but I really, really like this one. May I save it?

Re: Museum Breakup. cadhla November 12 2003, 17:58:49 UTC

Of course.

Thread 6

sdelmonte August 12 2003, 10:57:29 UTC

corugated
embezzle
spatula

New York Summer, Scored for Sun and Crickets. cadhla August 14 2003, 09:41:13 UTC

The summer nights were hot and humid,
And crickets cried between the dirty walls,
Singing songs of fields that they had never seen.
We lay tangled in the patchwork sheets,
Staring through the ceiling at the stars,
And above our heads the rats danced lover's knots
On the corugated tin of the rain gutters.

They showed cartoons when I was younger --
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer went to challenge
The kings of heat and cold.
Sometimes I wonder if I just might do the same,
Embezzle us some winter,
Chill these sleepless nights...
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be here come the fall.

On the daytime roof, unaware of how we wait
Each night for sleep and solace,
A small boy crouches, spatula in hand,
And fries an egg upon the sun-baked tin.
Summertime is here at last.
Summertime may never end.

And the crickets sing of fields they've never seen...

katyhh August 12 2003, 11:02:34 UTC

heat
frog
war

(Don't mind me ... it really *is* the heat ;-))

Fairy Tale Loves. cadhla August 14 2003, 10:15:39 UTC

The night the pixies went to war
The swamp was filled with frog-song;
They dressed themselves in bits of fern,
They rode on fireflies.
I wish you could've been there.
I think you would have liked it.
Their queen was made resplendent
In a dress of foil and ticker tape,
And it made me think of you.

The night the dragons came to dance
I made them tea and crumpets;
They shed their scales like rose petals,
Their skins bled silken heat.
I wish you could've been there.
They asked me how you're doing.
I told them that you haven't called,
But that you always do so well...
They knew that I was lying.

Tonight's the night the mermaids come
To meet me by the harbour;
They've said that we'll go surfing,
They've said that I can stay.
I wish that you could be there,
So I'm leaving you this message.
I guess it's time that I accept
That you just won't be joining me
In coral halls beneath the bitter waves.