Real Toads: Hedge's interlocking rhyme

This weekend at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Hedgewitch has challenged us to write a poem with an interlocking, or chained, rhyme.

She provided us with this example of a medieval Irish poem:

"Charmed be this, the land of Eire

Fair isle of the fruitful sea

Trees be laden on the green hill

Filled with fruit be the rainy wood;

Moody with rain be the cascade

Made of falls be the lake of tarns…"

as well as two examples she just "scratched up" to show how "simple and open-ended" the process is. She's a fine poet, our Hedgewitch is. She puts many of us to shame on a pretty much regular basis. Therefore, what is simple for her might be considered challenging to a mere mortal such as I.

So I tried one:

we wandered into the garden where,

wearing longjohn underwear,

stared Stallion and the Old Grey Mare

and then another:

I realized, while walking, I had gained far too much flab,

grabbed a cab rather than taking a tram,

gams just couldn’t manage walking,

stockings couldn’t keep up at all

Until I managed one I liked. I don't love it, but at least I like it:

  

Wikipedia photo

letters found in an old armoir

attar of roses perfumes air

bare emotions lingering there

where my mother’s crocheted shawl

calls to mind my childhood doll

Kay L. Davies, 

January, 2013