Do ya’ll remember last year when a few of us bloggers with poetic leanings got together to write a crown sonnet? What an utterly terrifying endeavour that was! Except in the end when it wasn’t.
Nope.
In the end it was, dare I say, fun.
And satisfying.
Well.
The Princesses and I (we dubbed ourselves the Poetry Princesses during the sonnet process) have missed each other.
So lately we’ve begun collaborating again.
I can’t really say anything about the project except that our driving force starts with an s-e-s and ends with a tina.
If you get my drift.
It is entirely possibly we’ll break our vows of silence sometime soon, but in the meantime, this:
Sestina for the House
By Ronald Wallace
October. They decide it is time to move.
The family has grown too large, the house
too small. The father smokes his pipe.
He says, I know that you all love
this house. He turns to his child
who is crying. She doesn’t want to leave.
Outside in the large bright yard the leaves
are turning. They know it is time to move
down onto the ground where the child
will rake them together and make a house
for her dolls to play in. They love
the child. A small bird starts to pipe
his song to the leaves while the pipe
in the father’s hand sputters. The father leaves
no doubt that he’s made up his mind. He loves
his family; that’s why they must move.
The child says, this is a wonderful house.
But nobody listens. She’s only a child.
Read the rest of the poem here…
And, if you love the form, here are more…
I have just become more than a little in love with this form and will be trying it myself.
Good luck on your project.
Sestinas
Liz,
Happy New Year! I’ll be looking forward to the sestina penned by the Poetry Princesses. I, a mere poetry commoner, bow to you royalty of the crown sonnet.
Still playing with the form and revising, revising …
Can’t wait to the unveiling this spring!
We’ll be going public soon – I’m just waiting for the rest of the princesses to come along.
The Anonymous Post
Liz,
FYI: I left the anonymous post yesterday.
Elaine M.
Oh, YAY! You go Poetry Princesses! Your adoring public awaits your creation with much anticipation!