Colleen’s challenge this week is to take a favourite form and tweak it into something new. I have long loved Edgar Allan Poe’s use of Trochaic octameter with its eight trochaic metrical feet. In my piece I have replaced the trochaic feet with simple syllables. I have kept some “DUM da DUM da DUM da” stresses, but have let the beat be driven by the words and the eight syllable form. I have also made this an eight line form.
when at times we do not trouble we complacent tend to stumble into apathetic bubbles the world around us we ignore unaware of what lies in store till too late like midnight raven the world we face – leaving haven to find the old world – “nevermore”
The resemblance was quite uncanny
She looked just like Orphan Annie
But he was no Warbucks
Rich enough to hire a nanny
So, he and wife were helped by Granny
To adopt and raise the red headed girl, Sandy
Weekend Writing Prompt #205 – Uncanny in 39 words
Beauty Of her face Filled men’ hearts with Passion and desire An epic war was fought For her love and her favour Paris wooed Helen from her throne Menelaus jilted sought revenge A thousand ships set sail, bringing Troy’s end
Wendy went to her dorm room to find her roommate listening to classical music.
“Hey. Is that the Lone Ranger song you are listening to?” she asked.
“First of all it’s instrumental so it’s not a song. And it’s called the
William Tell Overture for your information,” Cynthia replied.
“Wow, what’s got your knickers in such a twist? It’s not like I was trying to shoot an apple off your head or something.”
FOWC with Fandango — Tell
Don Alonso was a most quixotic man
A dreamer chivalrous was he
Tilting at windmills was just a start
Loyally followed by Sancho on his donkey
Weekend Writing Prompt #186 – Quixotic: in 26 words
Once upon a midnight dreary,
I read some Poe till my eyes grew bleary
While I like the rhyme and its style archaic
But to call it horror was a mis-taik
Now Stephen King can shiver my spine
A reading him alone – is best in daytime
So to choose between Edgar Allan and the King of Horror
Well sorry Poe, “Nevermore!”
“Begone from me, Spirit!” Scrooge implored.
Yet, the apparition remained unmoved before him.
“Tell me, Spirit,” he trembled, “are the things I have read tonight already published, or might some editorial hand yet intervene?”
It was then that the Ghost of Crispina Future lifted a low carb snack to her lips, and Scrooge knew his literary fate was sealed.
Cyrano had panache –
Pizzazz, repartee, and flair
A swordsman skilled beyond compare
A skill matched by a piercing wit – rare
Cyrano had a nose – immense
If Rostand is to be believed
And below a balcony one night
He and Christian – Roxanne deceived
FOWC with Fandango — Pizzazz
Sensible folk – stay at home
For dangers lay in the world abroad
Adventuring types oft – to their own homes bring
Unwanted visitors and maladies odd
We biggers should these truths have learned
From the wise halflings of the Shire
Maybe if we had so done
None of the current measures
Would we now require
Nurse Hazel stepped away from the viewing window in the Entville nursery wing.
“Sister Willow, don’t you think there have been an unusually large number of deliveries recently?” she asked of the charge sister.
“I was thinking that too,” the sister responded. “And they all look strikingly similar.”
“What do you think it means, Sister.”
“I think it means that Charlie Chestnut’s has been particularly busy this year.”
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #65