I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.

6 November 2010

Rival

In her hair she wore a flower.
Her power
lay in her lowered eyes and voice.
His choice
was hardly that, more a portent.
My lament
is that he changed in that moment.
She was more beautiful than dawn.
From childhood he’d dreamed such a one.
Her power, his choice, my lament.


November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 5
Prompt: a metamorphosis poem


(An attempt at the ovillejo form.) 

Explanations of ovillejo: 
http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/showthread.php?t=5469
http://www.katebenedict.com/Tilt-a-Whirl_Archive/ovillejo/TheOvillejo.html
http://www.katebenedict.com/Tilt-a-Whirl/Whirl-About/CheatSheetofRepeatingForm.html

2 comments:

  1. I loved the simple structure and the last line's repetition of this poem.

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  2. Thanks, Jennie. I found it a difficult form to work in, so I'm glad it came off as well as it did — and also that it enabled me to deal gracefully with a difficult subject

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