A bouts-rimés poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order they were given.
You can read more at Wikipedia and learn a bit about the history of this form.
For today's stretch I asked a friend to generate a word list for me. (These all came from a poem of note, so kudos to you if you can name it.)
Here is your word list.
Here is your word list.
night, light, sky, cry, rain, lane, feet, street
I hope you'll write with me this week. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
Not a poem but more a bumbling (with tiredness) jangle of a jetlagged jingle since I flew home from Scotland, then trained up the coast to Massachusetts just yesterday.
ReplyDeleteNight to Night : The Way Home
I came home hurtling through the night,
Started in darkness, raced through the light.
Exhausted from the miles, the darkening sky
I flung myself on the train seat, starting to cry.
Yet once we arrived, I stumbled to my feet,
And found my footing on the bleak, black street.
--Jane Yolen
Last Night
ReplyDeleteLate last night
someone broke the streetlight
outside and I heard the rain
falling like symbols on the dark street,
walking with murderer’s feet
away up the lane.
Now it is morning and the sky
shrugs, daring me to cry.
—Kate Coombs
Summer Past
ReplyDeleteBefore the day turned into night
and all around danced sliver light
we watched the quickly changing sky
and heard the thudding distant cry
of nearby storm and sudden rain
and children rushing up the lane
splashing steps of happy feet
skipping quickly down our street.
Janet Fagal
Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night" gave us these rhyme words. Here's my attempt:
ReplyDeleteBedtime Couplets
By Steven Withrow
She loves to lie with me at night,
And only sleeps when there’s a light
Beside her bed. We scan a sky
Of ceiling stars. Outside, a cry
From some night bird. Drip-drop of rain.
We hum The Beatles’ “Penny Lane.”
We shut our eyes, and kick our feet,
As late trucks traffic past our street.
HOMEWARD BOUND (AFTER PARTY)
ReplyDeleteIn the middle of night
Moonbeams light
My pathway home
Under sapphire sky.
As nighttime’s firmament
Begins to cry
Descending rain on
Sycamore Lane
I skitter my feet
Down the street
Headed toward home
On sleek concrete.
(C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.