I am happy March has arrived, and I can put my adventure with the Aquarian metered poetry behind me. I’ve decided to move into new territory. In the past, I have devoted myself to writing a single style of poetry for the month. Writing in the same style for thirty days can get tiring, so I will lunch a new way of attacking my poetic journey. I will explore three new types of poetry in March, and I plan to write Breccbairdne, Blackout, and Brady’s Touch poems. This poetic adventure will teach me many important lessons about meter and rhythm. Let’s get started. This poem is a Breccbairdne poem The Tavern.
Breccbairdne and The Tavern
This form of poetry is an Irish quatrain. The standard pattern is as follows.
1. Four line stanzas
2. Five syllables in the first line. Followed by six syllables in the next three lines
3. Lines two and four rhyme
4. All end words consonant
Each line ends with a 2 syllable word. Lines two and four rhyme.
The Tavern Neon lights are begging Hooker’s eye mascara With colored lights blinking Throat dries like Sahara Make you sway stumble Into dens of darkness There is nothing humble About this vile address Tabletops bloody Dark light in a cavern The wooden floor muddy At home in the tavern You know in a glance Among these tattered people There’s no place for romance For the lame and cripple Up and down skidrow Evil trouble tonight Fists flying with gusto Won’t stop until daylight
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5 thoughts on “The Tavern”
We’ve been the same places, haha 😆
Skid row is closed down these days. When the factories closed, people started drinking in other parts of town.
Ya, they move the despair around so they can pretend it doesn’t exist.
Nice done, smooth flow. You made a tricky form look easy 👍