So long as I’ve to try my hand at this, I
Think I would prefer it not to be so long
I try to bend this rhythm to my grist by
*Counting on fingers*
What goddess thought this would be something fun, whose
Bright idea now tears my brain and makes it come
Undone? And ponder which words can I choose, oh
JUST WHY, SAPPHO, WHY?!
She shines from his’try’s depths like hidden gem. So
Valued she’ll destroy the lives of men, who try
In poet’s guise to replicate her style, though
IT MIGHT JUST KILL THEM!
And yet she is a classic of her time – great
Scholars, find her ways with words exquis’t; sublime
But I in twist of callous burdened fate must
Somehow finish this.
So today’s prompt was to write a poem in Sapphic stanza, which is some kind of bizarre kickback from a Greek goddess, who SURELY must have had better things to do (she lived on Lesbos, nuff said) than invent weird-ass poetry formats, BUT NO! No.
For your delight, and to perplex and befuddle all the NaPoWriMo triers, there is this confoundingly difficult pattern of three lines of eleven syllables, with alternating emphasis between lines (da-DA da-DA da-DA whatever to eleven, followed by a line of DA-da DA-da DA-da and so forth then back to the original emphasis for the final line of eleven) then a line with five syllables and at that point WHO CARES where the emphasis goes!?!
THEE TOUGHEST STUPIDEST POEM YET!