This month’s theme: “Where I Am: Poems of Place”
11/19 • Guest
When might a guest realize that it’s time to close their eyes shake off dusty sandals and fly like doves with love but not unwise? When might they feel welcome to rest their bones, warm numb extremities and cease from worried rush, to hush their stress, become more like a child, smile wider? Might not the guile of this world fall out of style where we freely share a while?
This poem for November 19th’s prompt is a standalone because the November 20 prompt will be a longer poem that will also publish separately.
The form for this one is englyn unodl crwca (éhng-lin oo-nō-dl krüh-kah), which means “crooked one rhyme englyn.” Englyn is a whole family of strict Welsh syllabic forms, of which this isn’t the most popular but it may be my favorite.
Quatrain form
Syllabic count: 7 / 7 / 10 / 6
Lines 1, 2, 4 have the same end rhyme
Line 3 has the same rhyme near the end
Syllables at the end of line 3 after the rhyme should echo to begin line 4
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The subject and form are so compatible!