I'm not quite ready to share my National Poetry Month project quite yet, but I'll admit to examining verse forms and speaking with poets as I prepare. One of the fine poets I spoke with extolled the virtues of "foreign" verse forms. I've been thinking about this ever since, and have started looking at forms completely unfamiliar to me. That's where this week's challenge comes from.
Clogyrnach is a Welsh poetic meter that falls under the poetic form of awdl (odes). Clogyrnach are composed of any number of 6-line stanzas. Each stanza has 32 syllables. The first couplet is 8 syllables with an end rhyme of aa, the second couplet is 5 syllables with an end rhyme of bb, and the final couplet is is 3 syllables with an end rhyme of ba. In some variations the poem is written as a 5-line stanza with the 5th line composed of 6 syllables.
Here's a visual of a clogyrnach. Each x represents a syllable, while other letters represent rhyme scheme.
8 syllables - x x x x x x x a
8 syllables - x x x x x x x a
5 syllables - x x x x b
5 syllables - x x x x b
3 syllables - x x b
3 syllables - x x a
You can read more about this form and other awdl forms at The Poets Garrett. You can read about other variations of the clogyrnach at The Poets Collective.
I hope you'll join me this week in writing a clogyrnach. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
Winter Apology
ReplyDeleteAh, this winter will not be missed.
It hit us hard, a boxer’s fist
Thrust up between bones.
You could hear tree groans
And house moans.
Please desist.
©2015 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
Jane, the first two lines are a kick in the gut. I like what you've done with this form. I wasn't sure about it at first, but in the hands of a master ...
DeleteWow! Still need to work on mine… :)
DeleteTree
ReplyDeleteOld tree stretches giant arms wide.
Among her branches treasures hide:
Time-faded kite tail,
Half a light-blue shell,
Brown squirrel,
A small child.
© 2015 Stephanie Parsley
Now THAT works, Stephanie!
ReplyDeleteReworked mine:
Asking Winter’s Apology
Ah, Winter, you will not be missed.
You hit us hard, a boxer’s fist
Thrust up between bones.
I could hear tree groans
And house moans.
Please desist.
©2015 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
Okay, I cheated.
ReplyDeleteEver Since
Ever since fairies came one day
and called Sarabeth Queen of May,
all she does is sing
of her fairy king
with his ring
and pine away.
—Kate Coombs, 2015
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Well, Kate--the Welsh won't give you a laurel wreath, but I will!
ReplyDeleteJane
Haha. Thanks!
DeleteThese are fun -- all so different. The name of the form is quite a mouthful, though!
ReplyDeleteYou got me curious Stephanie, so I looked it up. Apparently the pronunciation is "clog-IR-nach." :)
DeleteNice writing exercise.
ReplyDeleteMOMENT OF TRUTH
Grinding of teeth, heart pumping scared,
Endlessly thinking how I faired,
Outside Lecture hall,
Deep breath, standing tall,
Positioned on wall –
Test scores shared.
(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.