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HexSonnetta
The HexSonnetta consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming
couplet with the following set of rules:
Meter: Iambic Trimeter
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee
Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem,
but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet's iambic pentameter, this particular form uses
six syllables of iambic trimeter per line. Thus, the name HexSonnetta. The first part of the form’s name refers
to the syllable count per line. The second part of the name, Sonnetta, is to show this to be a form similar
to the sonnet, yet with its shorter lines and different rhyme scheme, it is not the typical sonnet. Not only
does this poem have six syllables per line, it also has a set of two six-line stanzas, giving an extra “hex” to
the meaning of HexSonnetta. The rhyme scheme is a bit of a mixture of the two traditional sonnet types,
with the two 6-line stanzas having more the rhyme scheme of an Italian sonnet, but with the ending rhyming
couplet being the featured rhyme scheme of the English sonnet. The first stanza presents the theme of the
poem, with the second stanza serving to change the tone of the poem, to introduce a new aspect of the
theme or to give added details. The final couplet, as in an English sonnet, can be either a summary (if the
theme is simple) or it could be the resolution to a problem presented in the theme. In any event, it should
nicely tie together the whole piece and could even appear as a nice “twist” presented at the end.
The Woebegone
As wind begins to blow,
she’s lying in her bed.
Is he alive or dead?
She doesn’t even know.
And as it starts to snow,
her doubts fill up her head.
She finds no answers why.
To such sad fate she’s bound.
Wind makes a mournful sound.
The woman starts to cry,
and snow from dismal sky
falls heavy on the ground.
Like fields piled high with snow,
She’s buried in her woe.
Copyright © 2009 Andrea Dietrich
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