Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
You know what happens when you collaborate? You stretch. You grow. You learn. Even if it’s not always a comfortable process, it’s well worth it! This month, our Poetry Princess challenge was an Aphra Behn poem. Nope, never heard of it. Turns out it’s named after a person, and Kelly Fineman will tell you more about it. But basically, it’s a poem in iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of ABBACDDCEE.
Barring something unexpected happening, my husband and I are moving in less than a month. Due to a job change to a new job that he truly enjoys, we’re going from the suburbs of Minneapolis to the city of St. Paul. It will be quite the adventure! Now, I’m excited about the move, so don’t read too much into my poem. But what I decided to do was a list poem of some of the things I’ll miss. Because, even though we moved two years ago, that was a very short-distance move. This time, I’ll really have to build a whole new network of my places: library, gym, Weight Watchers meeting, park, fast food, etc. It’s a little scary!
Today is also the anniversary of my mom’s passing two years ago. I wrote this poem a week ago, but that date hovering in the future did influence the mood, I think.
Anyway, here’s what I came up with.
I didn’t love this form–at least not for a list poem. Because each line ended a specific thought, the shifting rhyme scheme felt somewhat stilted and forced. Oh, well. Live and learn. I did feel a little better about it after the Poetry Princesses chatted a bit about why this form felt so hard. When Kelly advised us to think of it as a mini-sonnet and also pointed out the extra syllables available for the last line, I changed my last line to be more of a wrap up line, and I do think that helped a little bit.
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