The Dance

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 launch 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 I called The Dance.

Breccbairdne and The Dance

Breccbairdne

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

The Dance

Bright golden letter
A Cordial invite
To come jiggle and dance
Restless hot feet ignite

One slow step forward
Two-step to a tango
Choreography stagnated
Turns to a Bolero

One half steps backward
In the mood for romance
Twirl a gallant minuet
Change partners and advance

Pirouette to music
Played for honest pleasure
Jig-jag mind your manners
Stomp-sway at your leisure

The arms of fortune
Favors a dark dancer
Skilled at a pantomime
A successful prancer



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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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