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[Our prompt for today departs from such concerns, however. Today, rather than being casual, I challenge you to get rather classically formal, and compose a poem in Sapphics. These are quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee.]

who me? don’t be syllable’y

write a Sapphics you say, as if it’s easy

to squeeze eleven syllables in a line

and just when you’ve got the eleven thing down

break it down to five

but i am not one for following the rules

thank-you for the brief, but i think i will pass

so please keep your syllable count to yourself 

and let me do this

i will write the poem that i want to write 

while everyone else struggles to make theirs “right”

i laugh as i watch them count on their fingers

while i just drop words

will i have regrets? maybe one day i might

but feeling bad about not being a sheep?

well that doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense

so perhaps i won’t

at the end of the day, when the lights go out

i will have the satisfaction of having

done my own thing, created in my own way

who is laughing now?

[Missed some days and so jumped ahead to day 20 to try ans catch up]

So, discovering this thing a few days late, but tbV pointed it out to me and with a recent spate of poetry coming out of me both here and here, it feels like a good thing to jump into – [Inter]National Poetry Writing Month where you get a prompt a day and write a poem based on it…

The first poem challenge was a poem of negation that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. I cannot resist playing catchup with that one and so here we go:

O Deathly Grape

Contrary to the kind of belief that is popular

The raisin is not a food sort

It is not an enhancer of meals

Or a delightful twist to a dainty dish

You, blackened husk shell of a juicy living food of reclining roman emperors that once was

You do not deceive me in the slightest

You are not a tasty morsel threatening in any way to tempt my tongue

You are not an ingredient my eyes light up for as they see you tucked away in yet another desecrated dessert

You are not a treat, nor a  pleasure, nor some kind of party in my mouth

Are you not the opposite of something that isn’t not a complete abomination?

You can but look on in jealousy at those foods i long for that you will never be

Such as a delightful dripping chocolate waterfall flowing from a fountain of goodness

The hard crackling shell of setting chocolate encasing the multi-flavoured ice-cream beneath its firm hold

The chocolatty mousse fondant holding together two moist walls of caked goodness

And more.

But none of this is you.

Rather you lurk, and hide, and try to blend in.

But you will not. i am wise to your tricks and i will not be drawn close.

You will not find yourself an Oscar chasing lead or supporting role player in any meal that ever graces my lips.

The life you held and offered so long ago when you were edible, juicy, grape, has expired

And is no more.

And like that snuffed out opportunity for a single shot at bringing a smile to my face with your sweet sweet juice.

So your time has passed, and you my fiend, are done…

[For the next Poem, related to stars, a dark comedic romantic one, click here]

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