Recently I have had two friends remind me of this poem I wrote years ago.
Michelle told me she found it and re-read it.
I praised her for probably being the only person who has read it twice!
Kirsten's son, wrote an
acrostic poem, and that reminded me of my attempt at sestina.
So I thought I'd post it in case there is anyone interested in poetry AND gardening!
I wrote this as I was trying to model poetry for my children.
HSLDA had a poetry contest and I wanted to encourage my children to enter, so I told them I would write a poem as well. They have
very direct guidelines as to the poetry style for each year's contest and I was intrigued by the Sestina.
Here are the guidelines for a Sestina:
The Sestina is a French form divided into 6 sestets (six-line stanzas) and 1 triplet called an envoi, which is just a concluding stanza that is half the size of the rest. Thus a Sestina has 39 lines. Lines may be of any length, but usually the length is consistent in a single poem.
The Sestina is usually unrhymed and works by repeating the end words of each line. The six words that end each of the lines of the first stanza are repeated in a different order at the end of lines in each of the subsequent five stanzas. The particular pattern is given below.
(This kind of recurrent pattern is “lexical repetition.”)
In the closing envoi, each of the six words are used in any order with one in the middle of the line and one at the end.
The pattern for repeating the words is like this: (stanza A) 123456, (stanza B) 615243. This 615243 pattern is how each of the “next” stanzas are made based off the previous stanza.
If this is confusing, the best way to clear it up is to look at some examples and watch how these poets move the last words of their stanzas. Pay special attention to the last, shorter stanza and how they put one word in the middle and another word at the end.
As you can see, this was no easy task. I owe thanks to Iron Man for patiently editing and offering his support and honest critique. Also thanks to my friend Michelle who took the picture of the forest fire recovery while she was on vacation in Yellowstone.
Attempt at Sestina 29 April – 14 July 10:33p.m. 2009
“Love is a great beautifier.” --Louisa May Alcott
In the vaulted canopy, songs of love
ring triumphantly as autumn is
full upon us. Heavy boughs of great
emerald growth declare the crowning beauty
of many fruitful decades without fire
to spoil comfort or prune what may
be needed. Yet in the changing seasons, one may
observe displays of the Creator’s love.
Angry lightening strikes the towering structures and fire
engulfs our understory. To denizens there is
no mercy for young or old, all beauty
is on a perilous flight from this great
destruction. Amidst the terror the great
giants topple, although embers, dust and flame may
still lash out to destroy unseen beauty.
Ferns and moss, lichens and all those who love
these shaded groves find the revealing heat is
too intense and wither in the face of fire.
The high and storied boughs curse the purging fire
for they are taken from lofty places and reduced to ash. Great-
ness, all consumed, lies in heaps on the forest floor and is
once again nothing more than dirt: basic elements which may
serve mankind when combined together in their purity and renewed with love
by the coming cold, harsh winter. Beckoned by a longing for beauty,
the cleansing storms of spring are penetrating and beauty
can be felt in the warm breezes that once fanned the blazing fire
but now bring bended knees to the soil to work humility and love.
Seed-filled pods and cones, having fallen earthward like great
scales, now open and release what finally may
prove for the forest a restoration as pure sunlight is
again reaching long obscured ground where dormant power is.
Now begins a new song of love. Natural beauty
unites sun, rain and soil that they may
test the worth of the seed. After the trial of fire
the faithful seedling pushes upward against great
odds to restore another generation of love.
Love is a great and beautiful fire.
When who we are is challenged, adversity may,
if we allow it, reveal God’s love and His works of beauty.
Is anyone up to the challenge to write a poem and share?
Would anyone like to "attempt a sestina"?