Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Daft Sonnet

OK, for anyone who missed (or indeed, anyone unlucky enough to read) the pantoum I've now erased from the post below, here's a sonnet (of a kind) about writing the pantoum. So from a formal poem, I've now moved on to meta-formal:

Muldoon could knock off pantoums with such ease
I thought I’d have a shot. The first line
found truth beneath my neighbour’s tangerine
sofa – a gift to any troubled muse! –
and the first stanza’s making was a breeze.
But by the second stanza, I began
to wish I hadn’t started this insane
form that Muldoon could knock off with such ease.

The repetitions every other line -
I know – are gifts to any troubled muse
when stuck for words. Just write the same again
and again… By the umpteenth stanza I’d begun
to lose the plot of how Muldoon with ease
found truth beneath his neighbour’s tangerine

3 comments:

Background Artist said...

Muldoon could knock such stanzas off
plot truth with ease in pantoums
I
the first, thought my first line shot
past umpteen times, the gift found
neighbour
tangerine sofa, no muse troubled making
and the second I began to wish I hadn't
started this insane Muldoon form
could
I knock off re repetitions such
lines
I know are gifts muse any muse
stuck
for words, will write just the same
again
begun with ease beneath his loss
meighbour

Rob said...

Thanks b a.
Poetry for a randomly generated generation.

Cailleach said...

That is daft - but shows the story very well! Form seems like a muscle - the more you use it the better definition you get ;)