Willows, the anchors of life,
felted with silvery grey,
captured the moon and his wife
in a basket canopy,
where daddy longlegs rattle
and candle flies do battle:
at the end of a hot day.
Kim M. Russell, 19th July 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Septets
This Thursday, Frank Hubeny is looking after the bar in a week when we are celebrating dVerse’s seventh anniversary, in honour of which the theme for Meeting the Bar is any seven-line poem or poem with seven-line stanzas.
Frank reminds us that we’ve done septets before and that he recently discussed Chaucerian stanzas and rhyme royale, which are seven-line poems in iambic pentameter.
He says that our poems do not have to be Chaucerian stanzas; they don’t have to rhyme; and they don’t have to be about anything in particular. They just have to contain seven lines or have stanzas of seven lines each.