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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Ok, there's no way I can do a paradelle but I will attempt another sestina. I know this is the same subject I brought in a couple of months ago but it is all I can come up with. Well, this is probably more in line with how it would have really happened anyway  I am sorry for the archaic language but it just seemed to fit the subject matter. I hope all the apostrophes don't throw anyone on the meter. Stay Good Sir II Once upon a dark a stormy night, while riding through the woods I saw a light - a roadhouse where I sought an empty bed, a place to dress my wounds and lay my head, some nourishment and shelter from the cold, a pint or two and hear some stories told. But all that came to pass may not be told. The tales I heard, the sights I saw that night, while seeking food and shelter from the cold, the essence of the place, when brought to light, was curious - bizarre enough to head me out again to seek another bed. Just then, a maiden walk'd across the bed of dust upon the floor and softly told of stuff in words that echo'd in my head. She whisper'd, "I am all alone this night." (at that, I thought my journey's burden light) "I've food enough for two, the ale is cold." "Pray stay, Good Sir, the weather out is cold and stormy. Stay … Take respite with the bed of coals in yonder hearth. Their warmth and light are soothing to the soul, so I've been told. No, do not turn away from me this night but stay instead and rest thy weary head." "Pray stay, Good Sir, come lay thy weary head upon my waiting breast. It's much too cold to venture out again so stay the night; I'll tend thy needs then later share my bed." For just one silver coin, the landlord told me I might have the room 'till morning light. Then gazing on her charms I saw the light; the vision of her beauty fill'd my head with thoughts that cannot be politely told; I could not force myself into the cold and dreary night when I might share a bed with such a creature …Hence, I stay'd night. At morning light I step'd into the cold to clear my head of mem'ries of her bed and stories told that dark and stormy night. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Let me get this straight here... Can't do a paradelle, but CAN whip out a sestina?.. Written in flawless iambic pentameter, apologizing for the use of archaic language which I personally happen to LIKE, utilizing some crafty imagery and enjambment... Some people will just simply ALWAYS be... Not a Poet...  |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Dear NAP-- Enjoyed your sestina and the tale that you wove. So when do you change your name? Methinks you do protest too much.  Shenachie [This message has been edited by Bridget Shenachie (07-26-2002 10:35 PM).] |
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jbouder Member Elite
since 1999-09-18
Posts 2534Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash |
Geeze. I have to agree with Nan. Can't kick out a paradelle, but turns out a sestina. I liked this sestina. Thanks for the read. Jim P.S. Were you ever able to pull off a double sestina Petey? P.P.S. Nan ... if there is room for this "prodigal son" during the next go-round, I'd love to take a shot at the next workshop. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Pete, This reads just fine to me. I guess I'd better get started or I'll never hand in this months' assignment. I doubt it'll be anything of this caliber, but I'll post something. Doc |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Nan, Thanks so much for the compliments Teach Gads, I'm beginning to like these sestinas. Bridget, Glad you liked but I can't change my name. Nobody would recognize me then. BTW, it's just Pete anyway. Jim, Nay, my friend. It was you who shot off his mouth about writing a double sestina. I professed all along that I was not going to do one. Doc, Yes, you better hurry. You notice I didn't get mine done until the 23rd. You don't have much time left. Pete P.S. Nan, remember how much trouble Jim was before, with the spitballs and paper airplanes and all. If you let him back in, you better keep a close eye on him. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Trouble maker or not - Jim is ALWAYS welcome here - Right guys???... |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Well, I have missed my old buddy, Jim too. I just wanted to remind you that when the spitballs or some other objects  start flying and the girls start getting their  pulled and if you happen to sit on a thumbtack that mysteriously happens to be in your chair and if some strange  seems to come from the back of the room, well ... don't blame me  it was Jim.  P.S. I think you ought to make him finish that double sestina as penance for staying away so long. Mmmwwwaaaahahahaha [This message has been edited by Not A Poet (08-01-2002 01:28 PM).] |
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jbouder Member Elite
since 1999-09-18
Posts 2534Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash |
Yeah, yeah, yeah. It is always easy to blame the guy who doesn't happen to be in the room. I am planning on giving your next session a shot, Nan. Jim |
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