A fibonacci is a fib by another name

Hedgewitch

So says my friend Hedgewitch o' The Wilds, who asks members, followers, hangers-on, and hangers-out at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, to consider the Italian poetry form, the fibonacci, aka fib, which sounds like something children tell mothers and spouses throw about at will.

After some lengthy do's and don'ts as to syllable count and line length based on "a consonance between mathematics and the aesthetic building blocks of art", all of which gave me two headaches, a stomach ache, and considerable biliousness, I decided to follow the little diagram of sorts Hedge provided for such poor students as I.

"In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers," she says, "or Fibonacci series or Fibonacci sequence are the numbers in the following integer sequence:

 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34…"

Right, Hedge, and I believe in your fibs, I really do.

I quite agree, however, that going up to 34 syllables in one line could prove a trifle unwieldy, so I have chosen to use the 0,1,1,2,3,5,8 syllables and then throw the whole Fib into reverse.

The un-Love Potion

by Kay Davies, August 24-25, 2013

take 

once 

darling, 

just once now,

and you’ll disappear 

from your lover’s beseeching glance, 

but should you want your lover’s glance

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sweeping o’er your face

take this not

my dear

not

now