Burn Where Drear

I decided to live dangerously in October. It’s a scary month, so I’m going to explore a form of poetry with stringent rules that moves at a rapid-fire pace. I’m going to write blitz poetry. This unusual style, developed by Robert Keim, has set rules using connecting phrases to create a 50-line verse titled Burn Where Drear.

Line 1 is a short phrase or image. Line 2 is another short phrase or image using the same first word as line 1. Lines 3 and 4 starts with the same word used as the last word of line 2. Then, lines 5 and 6 use the last word of line 4. This pattern is followed until line 48. Line 49 uses the last word in 48. Line 50 begins with the last word in line 47. The title is three words long. The title format is the first word of line 3, a preposition or conjunction, and the first word of 47. You can’t use any punctuation. Luckily, these poems don’t need to rhyme. This poetic adventure will either be a lot of fun or leave me frustrated. I will call this Blitz poem Burn Where Drear. Let’s get our spooky scare on right now.

Burn Where Drear

Leaves are starting to turn

Leaves are ready to burn

Burn in a pile in the yard

Burn without passion or regard

Regard for the rake

Regard for the labor

Labor to scrape them in a pile

Labor to reconcile

Reconcile the energy

Reconcile the effort

Effort to make the lawn

Effort the goes beyond

Beyond making the yard neat

Beyond having a front-row seat

Seat at the seasons turning

Seat at the leaf burning

Burning in a bonfire

Burning with desire

Desire to send sparks shooting into the sky

Desire not to wonder why

Why do we burn and smolder

Why do we waste so many days

Days doing drudgery

Days dreading the dreary

Dreary days of winter

Dreary days ahead

Ahead of the coming year

Ahead of the approaching fear

Fear of the cold and snow

Fear of the high and low

Low pressure

Low expectations

Expectation of for a future

Expectation of freedoms loss

Loss of warmth

Loss of fall

Fall the colorful season

Fall the explosion of color

Color to brighten our prospects

Color without grey defects

Defects of a winter-weary world

Defects like a flag unfurled

Unfurled to remind us here

Unfurled in a winter world so drear

Drear minus the red and gold

Drear is the grey and the cold

Cold

Gold

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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