I'm sure some of you might remember this one (although it was much longer when first posted.) I have pared it down to fit within the parems of a Mythic Sonnet. The form was created by Dericlee and it's description is posted below.
MYTHIC SONNET ~ Created by Dericlee
The strictures of the Mythic Sonnet are these...
First, it must be concerned with a mythical theme.
Second, it is fourteen lines of IP, arranged in quatrains and a couplet.
Third, (and the real innovation) the rhyme scheme does not just employ inverted quatrains, it uses the first rhyming pair for the couplet...not just the same rhyme but the same words.
So, the rhyme scheme of a Mythic Sonnet is AbbA cddc effe AA.
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Midnight Odyssey ~ Revised
A playful fling on silver stardust wing
as gossamer unveils the night to heed
the song of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds.*
Sir Comet pleads the far-flung heavens ring.
His faerie queen awaits in wispy white
while slight caress of silk on warmest breeze
bestows a softened kiss, as if to tease
a pledge of tender love from her sweet knight.
Her love (on steed) appears with twinkling eyes;
she climbs its wing to fly the midnight blue.
Delighted with fantasial sights in view,
they play the Milky Way in twilit skies.
Set free, they soar; unshackled souls take wing,
as star-kissed dreams of inspiration ring.
Cathy Bollhoefer
March2006
*A line borrowed from 'The Faerie Queen' : Book I, Canto I by Edmund Spenser
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Full Version: Mythic Sonnet
Great to see you've posted Eric's form-variation on the classic sonnets, Cat!
Here's my first attempt at one, now somewhat revised:
I am big stilted
You ask a hundred times, I'll say the same:
I weave old hay and stubble into duck,
then stretch it into canvases. They suck...
but you will never guess my given name.
My father made me stilts, 'cause I was small
and covered them with alligator skin.
Don’t get 'em wet; it rumples. Bring 'em in.
I didn't... and it does! Ain't walkin' tall.
In later years I fostered one fair child,
conceived from spinning jackstraw into gold,
but when I came to claim her, I was told
I couldn't… then was tricked! Was I beguiled?
But you'll not solve my riddles, just the same.
Iambiguity’s my middle name.
© MLee Dickens'son 27 March 2006
Here's my first attempt at one, now somewhat revised:
I am big stilted
You ask a hundred times, I'll say the same:
I weave old hay and stubble into duck,
then stretch it into canvases. They suck...
but you will never guess my given name.
My father made me stilts, 'cause I was small
and covered them with alligator skin.
Don’t get 'em wet; it rumples. Bring 'em in.
I didn't... and it does! Ain't walkin' tall.
In later years I fostered one fair child,
conceived from spinning jackstraw into gold,
but when I came to claim her, I was told
I couldn't… then was tricked! Was I beguiled?
But you'll not solve my riddles, just the same.
Iambiguity’s my middle name.
© MLee Dickens'son 27 March 2006
Very pleasant sonnet Daniel!
I still can only think of Rumplestiltskin! lol
Cathy
I still can only think of Rumplestiltskin! lol
Cathy
ta DA! none other, Cat!
I've not let many see that rumpled stilt skin, ya know; Dad was right!
Lightly, Rump
I've not let many see that rumpled stilt skin, ya know; Dad was right!
Lightly, Rump
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