The Writer Reads Her Poetry – “The Ice Queen” – Ep.48
My first attempt at a sestet...with a fantasy theme, this one can be found in 365 Days of Poetry.
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Available for Pre-Order: 366 Days of Poetry
Due for release in April, 2022, the SECOND EDITION of 366 Days of Poetry is available for pre-order at a number of outlets. You can find links to them at this Books2Read link . What is it About? A poem for every day of the leap year, drawn from the fantastical, the future and the fallout from real life—and written for dreamers everywhere. While most are set in worlds of imagination, there are a few whose roots are buried deep in the disappointments of the real. So, if trolls, fairies, dragons, recovering from workplace bullies, and flying with starships, or dealing with regrets and finding hope—always finding hope—are your thing, then welcome to the wanderings of my mind. 2nd EDITION NOTE: This edition is a renewed version of the first edition, with the main changes being the new cover, new front and back matter, Americanization of spelling, and some minor word changes. Outside those changes, most of the content remains unchanged. You can find links to 366 D...
Poetry Challenge: Introducing the Sestet
A sestet is a poetical form developed by Petrarch, who is more ancient than even me. A sestet is made up of two verses, each six lines long. Sestets may have different rhyming pattern, but have varying rhythms. They can either be free verse (with no rhythmic pattern or set variation of stressed and unstressed syllables, or in iambic pentameter). The two most common rhyming schemes were a/b/c/a/b/c for the first stanza and a/b/c/c/b/a for the second stanza, or a/b/a/b/a/b for both stanzas. One variant rhyming scheme was a/b/a/b/c/c/. Shakespeare was known to use sestets in his work. An example of a sestet is below. The Ice Queen From high up in the mountains tall The ravening ice queen comes Her voice echoing, cracks bone like ice Makes our strongest towers fall Our dead will rise, and our hearts grow numb And beneath her feet we flail, fleeing her like mice. Our heroes are long gone, either dead or flown Our warriors are shattered, their life-bloo...