The weekly poem is back on Sunday this week. Tuesday is looking a bit too busy for long contemplation and poetry composition. Preparation for the e-course A Light in the Window: A 21 Day Journey Together Through December’s Dark Days, is going apace. I am also teaching two Zoom creative writing groups each week. In November we have been working on poetry.
And so, I will share with you some of the in session poems written this week. Given the two hour time limit I tend to concentrate on short poetry forms. We have been working with a number of syllabic forms; one introduced to me in a workshop by Angie Peita in June 2019, the shadorma, and the seguidilla. That made a lovely five, six, seven line progression.
The first form is a quote, something from the past, an action, the theme, and then the future. I drew some quotes from the Emily Dickinson Divination cards to give us a head start. These are the ones I wrote in the two hour session.
No lid has memory - yesterday, a month, a year ago is all in the clay pot - smashed. Last week is in shards and dust, pieces picked up for tomorrow.
The shadorma is a six line form that goes 3,5,3,3,7,5 syllables.
Lockdown Shadorma How are you? Are you shut in too? All of us goldfish swimming round our bowls looking out from in.
The final poetry form is, like the shadorma, Spanish in origin. It was originally from a dance song tradition. It is also syllabic form, the lines running, 7,5,7,5,5,7,5. There is assonance rhyme in lines two and four. Also, like in some Spanish dances, there is a pause, in the dance for an instrumental interval. So there is usually a full stop at the end of line four. In my seguidilla, I ranged back to the Emily Dickinson quotation.
The lid on Memory's off and the clay pot smashed to Smithereens on the floor, past lost, time forgot. What pieces picked up by the dustbroom and shovel make up tomorrow.
I hope you are doing okay in whatever Lockdown you are experiencing. Stay well.