For this week's poem I tried a Welsh verse form called a rhupunt:
Jurassic Fish
By Steven Withrow
My deepest wish:
To catch a fish
That dwarfs a whale.
To hook and reel
By look and feel
A monster’s tail.
But I’m too late
To cast my bait
For bones so strong
And razor sharp.
I’ve only carp
To string along.
I’d settle for
A man o’ war
Or basking shark
If one will break
For pity’s sake
From fathoms dark.
©2011 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved
7 comments:
Nice.
Takes an enormous amount of patience to fish. The looong wait and the quiet.
Thank you for sharing this poem. Now I know why your blog is named 'crackles of speech' - it does have a crunchy condensed tight feel to it that sparkles and crackles.
I also love the feature of Robyn on you on her site. :)
What a fun form, Steven. Thanks for sharing the fishy poem. Seems like this was the week for unusual forms.
Thank you for this - I'm going to share it with my son tomorrow (it's past midnight here now) - he will really enjoy the chewiness of the words. I really enjoyed your interview with Robyn - and congratulations on p*tag, which I've just reviewd for Poetry friday over at PaperTigers - it's a wonderful anthology and it's great to have been introduced to your work.
This one's a joy to read aloud. Good to memorize and recite while waiting for that nibble . . . :)
I'll set my sights considerably lower -- I'll take any bluegill who is silly enough to think that the fly I cast is food!
What a neat poem! I hadn't heard of this form before, but I like it a lot. You may have inspired me to give it a try sometime. I bet it is a lot harder than you make it look. Thanks for sharing!
I enjoyed what you did with the form (or what the form did with you). Your wish is very fun and seems very much what a kid (or kid-like grown-up) would wish. Thanks for sharing.
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