The challenge was to write a poem in which the second line started with the word from the end of the first line, and the third with the word from the end of the second, and so on.
I plead my infirm health for the fact that I didn't quite succeed. But I came close. Some of my lines start with the word(s) that ended the previous line.
Grace says the form was created by Hellon. I don't believe Hellon and I have met one another, so perhaps I needn't panic. It still seems like a lovely idea, this loop poetry, and I'll try it again another time when I'm feeling less loopy and more poetic.
Meanwhile, here is my something of a contribution for this weekend.
it won’t be possible to go
to go to her as I would like
like days of old when we were young
seeing her now is like a taste
a taste of sadness on my tongue
tongue-tied now, I cannot say
say what I long to say to her
words strangle me on their way out
out of my mouth, but it is true
French actor Coquelin
true as birds come home to nest
to nest with her is my desire
but if I can’t say the words to her
I’ll never say them to her sire
sire, my lord, my liege, my king
I love your daughter dearly
dearly now and evermore
and evermore more dearly...
October 13, 2013