People seem to be getting good with this form. I find these poems difficult to write, feeling constrained by the words I must use and the order in which they must appear. For this bouts-rimés, writers were given these words:Here is what they did with them.
hour, tower, thought, fought, hand, grand, teem, dream
A warm welcome to sister AE at Having Writ who gives us The Plan.Here's my own offering.
Tiel Aisha Ansari at Knocking From Inside shares XVI -The Tower.
Terrell at Alone on a Limb gives us Alone.
Cloudscome over at a wrung sponge presents the lovely Quaker Meeting Poem.
I stand at the window awaiting the hour
Eyes cast down from the guarded tower
Through bars I peer while lost in thought
Fear and tears cannot be fought
Jingling keys I hear in hand
Prepared for the march to the gallows grand
Faces and memories in my head teem
A shout! Awake! It's just a dream.
Still want to play? Read the rules here. Then leave me a comment about your poem and I'll include it on the list.