Feast of Poetry!

[stryck]

Here is your invitation to my feast of poetry! I have volunteered to cook one dish for each of you. All you have to do is ask

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[jenny_evergreen]

*points to icon* Those are my boys.

[stryck]

They're cuties! Do you have a preference on form?

[jenny_evergreen]

Thanks! I'm thinking something about brothers, maybe, as they are a good pair. I'm open on form. :)

[stryck]

My brother, we shall be Olympian!
We'll conquer trials Herculean;
Though sorely tested, we'll not be bested
So long as we stand as brothers true,
As Caster and Pollux were known to do.

(For the life of me, I can't remember the name of this poetic form, but at least I remembered the form!)

[jenny_evergreen]

Sweet! :) Thank you. (I bet ysabetwordsmith would know the form!)

Hmm...

[ysabetwordsmith]

I don't think I have seen that one before! The interior rhyme in the middle line is quite distinctive.

Re: Hmm...

[stryck]

Stumped again. :) I can't find it with online searches, either.

I learned it in a creative writing class for poetry in college. The whole class did them. While we were told that they're usually love poems, mine was more of a break-up poem. One person wrote hers as a sister telling her little brother why she wouldn't help with the dishes.