This year I missed the clusters,
drupelets of ruby and jet
that glowed with autumn lustre
and others unripe as yet.
I was too busy being a poet
caught in imaginative rambles
to pick sweet fruit from brambles.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Form for All — Chaucerian Stanza or Rhyme Royal
Frank is looking after the bar today and the form he has chosen is the Chaucerian stanza or rhyme royal. The form consists of seven metrical lines with the rhyme pattern ababbcc. A metrical line has a pattern of accents that seem repetitive both within the line and between the other lines of the poem. Although poets often use iambic pentameter any meter is acceptable.
Frank would like us to write seven lines that are close enough to count as rhyme royal. We can write multiple stanzas, but he’s asked us to limit the stanzas to no more than three for this challenge.
Oh I do love this… we know the price for poetry was worth it.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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There are many pleasures in life and sometimes we miss some without realizing we didn’t intend to miss them until they are gone. Nice poem to those missed blackberries.
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Thanks Frank!
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Self-deprecating and tender. Nice one, Kim.
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Thank you, Jane! I’m going to disappear – I’ve been on this laptop far too long and my eyes are sore. I’ll be back in the morning to read – I’ll be able to see much better. 😉
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Don’t wear them out. That’s the beauty of internet—it will all still be here in the morning 🙂
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😊 I’m on my way!
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You rocked the prompt, and made me hungry for blackberries–but as I get older I dislike the little hard seeds in them.
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Thank you, Glenn!
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Luckily your poems are sweet and delicious then eh?
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Thank you, Paul. That’s sweet of you. 😊
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A worthy sacrifice. We’re the benefactors of your martydom.
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Thank you, Viv.
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You’re welcome!
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yes somehow I missed them too….
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🙂
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Ruby and jet!!!!
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Drupelet, is great and that internal rhyme with jet. Great piece, Kim!
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Thank you very much!
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Just delightful, Kim.
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Thank you, Misky!
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A poem as sweet as a blackberry.
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Thank you!
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Still, such a Scrumptious Poetic Delight. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you so much, Dorna!
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Lovely photo accompanies this poem. You can always buy fruit, but you can’t pick poetry.
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Now that is true! 🙂
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Your words and poetic phrasing are juicer than any berry cluster! Loved this.
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An exquisite stanza that packs a punch of humour! Well, I suppose our poetic fruits give us a more enduring contentment — with much less sugar and fewer calories. 😉
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Smiling I am, Kim. Sitting here trying to catch up reading Thursday’s posts, not having written today’s haibun with PT exercises and knitting Christmas gifts occupying my time. Somehow, I must remember to pick the sweet fruit….I’m reading this metaphorically and chuckling at how, even when rejuvenated (retired is not in my vocabulary even though I just now printed it) there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day!
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I am having the same problem! I must start knitting a few things for the expected grandchild – due in March but I haven’t knitted in a long time and it will be slow going to start with!
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