Pleasure
Though oppressed, deny ye not pleasure
'Tis much comfort in a life of much leisure
For much work is a pain
And brings sorrow like rain
And sighs great beyond measure.
Here I was thinking "leisure" would be pronounced the British way ("lez-ur" rather than "lee-shur"), to fit the rhyme scheme.
Pleasure Though oppressed, deny ye not pleasure 'Tis much comfort in a life of much leisure For much work is a pain And brings sorrow like rain And sighs great beyond measure.
0 Comments
Weddings
Dance forth in the procession of the groom And for the attendants of the bride make room There's a wedding in town A chance for us all to drown In wine all our sorrows and gloom. This poem deviates somewhat from the expected humorous topic of a limerick.
Floating Cities Here the cities float over land and sea Held by some strange no mortal eye can see A visitor might find it strange Our cities so to arrange But we dare not mess with divine decree. Another Poem of the North.
Betrothal Today you two do pledge to wed Soon you will share the marriage bed But know you may not be the first Bound to serve his physical thirst Many to his pleasure may have been led. Another Poem of the North.
Flower Box It is hard to grow flowers in this land Even those in a box can hardly the thin air withstand They say the gravity is normal in the city But if the winds have no pity Does it matter whether they float or stand? I used to enjoy writing limericks, 5-line poems with an AABBA rhyme scheme which are usually humorous. This is meant to be a poem of the people of the north, a fantastical race with different morals than Laina's people. Husbands A husband can be nurtured like a plant And yet also work as hard as an ant But if he is all work and no pleasure, Then my dear, he is surely no pleasure. Some women can take it, but I know I can't. This poem is a sijo, a Korean form consisting of 3 lines of 14-16 syllables each. Each line is supposed to have a caesura, or pause, in the middle, but I couldn't make that work with mine. Travelers' Blessing May the goddess guide you well on the journey you now take; So that on the way you do not lose your way or yourself And when you return, any change is for good not for evil. Here I've utilized four individual poems to make a single song, though for NaPoWriMo purposes I am counting them separately. The tanka is an ancient Japanese form used frequently before haiku became common. It's generally 5 lines with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable pattern in English. I read a lot about this doing research for my Princess Nukata novel a few months ago and also during NaHaiWriMo in February. I went with a courtship theme because tanka were traditionally often exchanged by courting couples. Courting Song A Mountain Song Seeing you, my love I cannot stop this feeling Flowing out from me If you would give me your love My heart would be full of joy. Response from the woman My heart hears your voice And longs deeply to answer And to be your bride But my fate is not my own My father, he must decide. Response from the man If love we both have Then any trial I'll face To win you, my love Love is strong and can endure Even against mighty siege. Response from the woman Then come forth, my love, Into battle for our cause Be valiant, my love! Love is sweet when fought hard for I shall pray for your success. Moving on to a different poetic form this time. This time it's a triolet, a French form focused on repetition and rhyme. Never done this form before, hope you like it! Spinning Wheel A Mountain Song Around, around goes the spinning wheel, Each tap of the pedal weaving circles, Like the telling of tales fantastic or real. Around, around goes the spinning wheel, Like the cycle of seasons in the year that my bones feel. May the works of my spinning be fertile! Around, around goes the spinning wheel Each tap of the pedal weaving circles. An Italian or Petrarchan sonnet this time. I find this form the most difficult sonnet form of all due to the odd rhyme scheme.
Sheep Gathering A Mountain Song The crimson sun has hit the tallest peaks 'Tis time to hunt down all the grazing sheep From grassy meadow and mountain path steep From wide plains and the windy barrows bleak Lest the wolves and creatures their damage wreak On the flocks while we are all sound asleep. Let us head out into the twilight deep Sing a merry song while the sheep we seek With a crook or staff, go gather them well And don't let a single one go astray Or you'll pay for it when you get home, lad, When your father and mother you do tell. And don't forget to the goddess to pray And for your blessings be you truly glad. |
AuthorHello. My name is Reneé D. Le Vine. I am a writer of speculative fiction, a weaver of worlds and the fates of those in them. I want to impact people, to enchant them, and to get them reading. My favorite poets are Byron, Shelley, Keats, Emily Dickinson, and Shakespeare. ArchivesCategories |