Monday, April 18, 2016

Monday Poetry Stretch - Cyhydedd fer Sonnet

The Cyhydedd fer is a Welsh verse form, consisting of couplets of eight syllables. The Cyhydedd fer sonnet has 14 lines and no meter requirement. The only requirement is 8 syllable lines of rhymed couplets. The rhyme scheme is a a b b c c d d e e f f g g.

You can read more about the cyhydedd fer sonnet at The Poets Garrett.

I hope you'll join me this week in writing a cyhydedd fer sonnet. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.


  1. Welsh

    Didn’t know I was Welsh until
    voices called me from the green hill.
    A letter came over the sea
    from the one who gave birth to me.
    She wanted me to be her child
    after all these years, all those miles.
    She offered me a selkie skin
    ruffled by fog, magic, and wind
    to find the heart that had been lost,
    to pay the fey teind, the weird cost.
    But I was not made for sea caves,
    for the dive and dip of grey waves.
    I look at the desert and pray,
    wishing seals and ocean away.

    —Kate Coombs, 2016
    all rights reserved

  2. Easter gifts

    The day you were born we had snow
    on the ground. And one thing I know
    is that snow's rarely fallen in
    south Arkansas late after Lent.
    But, there it was and here you came
    ready to help us change our game.
    And we did! Though not to your liking,
    I'm sure. As from the children we'd been
    we transformed into parents a bit
    like our own, who'd known nothing it
    seemed to us until then. When we
    held you we knew you were as rare
    as the southern spring snow that fell
    fresh from heaven to welcome you well.

    © 2016, Judith Robinson all right's reserved.

  3. He wears black rimmed nerd-nick glasses
    and when he's not taking classes
    spends his off-time worming tunnels
    searching major corporate funnels
    to distant off-shore havens where
    he says taxes matter less there.
    His narrow tie and tight suit pants
    and Amish beard, at a first glance,
    suggest he may be a hipster.
    To assure me he says, "Mister,
    once I'm done with corporations
    I'll be ready to hack nations."
    Only three of which he could name.
    Looks like for now his claim to fame
    is loading groceries in my car,
    but I've no doubt he will go far.

    © 2016 Judith Robinson all rights reserved