I took a poetry seminar on form today. I have never used form for writing poems. The below poem was a three step exercise on writing pantoums. He told us to write 11 lines and then after gave us the form for pantoum. The subject assigned was revenge.
Tired Cheeks
Season of mercy has ended
all good humor has ceased
she has decided to sow what he should reap
with evil joy elated, a fist full of radish seeds
all good humor has ceased
she leaped the fence to his prized possesion
with evil joy elated, a fist full of radish seeds
cocking her arm back, then forward thrusting her revenge seeds
she leapt the fence to his prize possesion
broadly casting her seething deed
cocking her arm back, then forward thrusting her revenge seeds
smiling for all to see, making sure no one was watching
broadly casting all her seathing for a vengeful release
retiring to her veranda, where she would wait six weeks
smiling for all to see, making sure no one was watching
to see his horrored face at radishes in his putting green
retiring to her veranda where she would wait six weeks
she had decided to sow what he should reap
to see his horrored face at radishes in his putting green
season of mercy has ended
Fun to read, Sandra...what great revemge ;-)
Lol Sandra !!! he he he this is awesome !! he he he!!This is the wittiest Pantoum I have ever read.Actually I had no idea before that A pantoum could be this witty !! Simply awesome lol
Well the tough part about a pantoum is to realize that part of the opening is also part of the closing so each has to be written with that in mind. I'd say you pulled it off quite well. I've written several. They get easier to do the more you do them. Another interesting form all the same lines is a tartoum or sontoum. vengeance is mine saith the scorned woman. If radishes were watches I'd sell them at the market as timepieces. "We don't need no stickin' radishes" A poet friend//RH Peat
Good to see you back writing again. Raddish seeds in the putting green- remind me not to cross you.
LOL! I'm elated to see that your 'schooling' did not dampen your sense of humor or cheeky attitude! nicely done!
You cannot title a poem with "Cheeks" and expect all good humour to cease ... with or without form or school!!! .... Class ... clarsy... dismissed :)
Ha ha... One cannot imagine the havok to wreaked by rashly distributed radishes : D