Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The Plan

[a poem inspired by the Monday Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect.]

The Plan

She waited until the noon hour

to climb to the top of the tower.

How silly! she thought,

that the others had fought,

for a space in the hot, stuffy bower.

Up here a cool breeze was at hand,

and the view of the country was grand.

But an unlooked for teem

of rain spoiled her nice dream

of the afternoon picnic she'd planned.

[The challenge was to produce a bouts-rimés poem where the rhyming words are provided by someone else. The words given were hour, tower, thought, fought, hand, grand, teem, dream. Since the poem form I selected (limericks) required additional rhymes, I tried to find out if adding additional end-words and rhyme-words was OK, but couldn't track down the answer. So I did it anyway and had fun - will someone fill me in on whether this is still in the spirit of the bouts-rimés?]


Tricia said...

Thanks so much for playing along with our stretch. I do think it is in the spirit of the form. No one said it could only include those words for the rhyme scheme. Besides, I love your limerick. I hope you'll come back and join us again.

sister AE said...

Hello, Tricia, and thanks. I'll definitely try some of the future stretches.

Reflekshins said...

pretty clever

Shephard said...

Very nice... I love to rhyme as well, and I think you did a fantastic job constructing the story around those word choices!

Michele sent me to say hello,
~S :)

Shephard said...

I too have an eclectic taste in nearly everything, and share a few other of those items in your About Me. ;)

sister AE said...

Thanks, Shephard. Come back for more of almost anything sometime!

sister AE said...

Thanks, Reflekshins.