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Sun 12 Nov, 2006 06:58 pm
This poem is a limerick. duh
It was at first spontaneously inspired, but as we know, true limericks require some work to perfect the meter and the rhyme....er...rhyme and rhythm.
Let me know whatcha think....and please post your own "not so spontaneous" poetry here.
The Lady and the Leprechaun ©
There once was a fine lady
To some seemed a bit shady
She walked the high hills
Before winter's chills
None dared call her Milady
She walked slowly ?'pon the earth
Cursing at her passion's dearth
Her heart had grown cold
Tarnished by fool's gold
Until love had little worth
Rains had washed the morning clean
Autumn hills shined false patine
Mist parted the light
Showing the sky's dight
Hoping in truth yet unseen
Walking beneath arched chroma
Inhaling earth's aroma
She embraced it all
Hearing a strange call
Somewhere in Oklahoma
She dared to forsake legends
Where fables begin, life ends
Aye, she dared to love
Putting none above
Hoping to find rainbow's ends
Lured by prism's promised gold
Ne'er pot nor treasure behold
But a leprechaun
He was a gentle man
From an ancient land of old
A twinkle shined in his eyes
He stole her heart for his prize
His voice melted her
She dared not to stir
His touch became her demise
Touch of leprechaun's magic
Legend's gift, boon or tragic
Aye, for evermore
Another sea shore
Bound by land so pelagic
She desired to walk upon
The land of the leprechaun
Never-never land
Right next to England
But as she blinked, he was gone
His magic began to fade
But his touch forever staid
Painted on her heart
A true master's art
Making her thirst as a cade
She sat upon the damp ground
List'ning to the windless sound
She pondered this day
Taunting her dismay
Could the leprechaun be found?
A slow rain poured from the skies
Blending with the tears she cries
Cursing this day's sight
Dreaming it by night
Repenting of her mind's eyes
Why would a spright desire her?
Her foolishness was for sure
Standing up straightway
Nothing else to say
For leprechauns never were
She recalls his words with fires
"Whatever your heart desires"
His magic abides
In her dreams she hides
Her heart bound by prickly briars
That was quite an undertaking. Very well done, if a bit lengthy.
thank you Edgar....I agree it was a bit lengthy....but.....it has a lot to be said where terse verse would not work.
I wouldn't ask you to change any of it.
Your work is not a traditional limerick.
Quote: limerick is a five-line poem written with one couplet and one triplet. If a couplet is a two-line rhymed poem, then a triplet would be a three-line rhymed poem. The rhyme pattern is a a b b a with lines 1, 2 and 5 containing 3 beats and rhyming, and lines 3 and 4 having two beats and rhyming. Some people say that the limerick was invented by soldiers returning from France to the Irish town of Limerick in the 1700's.
Limericks are meant to be funny. They often contain hyperbole, onomatopoeia, idioms, puns, and other figurative devices. The last line of a good limerick contains the PUNCH LINE or "heart of the joke." As you work with limericks, remember to have pun, I mean FUN! Say the following limericks out loud and clap to the rhythm.
A flea and a fly in a flue
Were caught, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "Let us flee."
"Let us fly," said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
-Anonymous
http://volweb.utk.edu/school/bedford/harrisms/limerick.htm
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