So, as I wrote in my previous blog post, I decided to write a poem while I was there, if I had time for it. I did, and the poetry form I chose was the Rondeau poem, at my first Writer in Residence session at Gallery 14 Hamley Bridge, South Australia. I explain a bit about it all in that other post. Back to that poem though, the main thing about the Rondeau poetic form, is that it’s a deceptive little poetic form, if you’re trying to get it exactly correct!
There are various points to get right, the rhyming scheme, and the rhythm, as well as the number of lines in each verse, and putting in the correct number of syllables for each line. These things are all very well, but sometimes the poem isn’t exactly perfect, and as was pointed out at the Rondeau Writing Workshop I recently attended, even Shakespeare didn’t always stick to the rules.
“Breaking rules is OK as long as you know which rules you’re breaking” is an oft repeated line! So having written that, I now present my Rondeau for your consideration. It isn’t perfect, but neither am I, nor you, nor you either! Poetry and perfection? Nah, Poetry and peeking through the rules and working toward making new things and making them as perfect as you can make them!
The presenter at that workshop, Margaret Clark, had written her own Rondeau, and presented another, much more famous one, and then we all had a go at creating one, with all present getting involved in that one poem. It was then tidied up by Margaret, and then sent to me, so I could share it with those attendees. All good stuff!
But that was Sunday just gone, getting back to my Writer In Residence event on MOnday just gone, here is my imperfect Rondeau, first draft written whilst at my Writer in Residence session, and edited a bit since, to try to get closer to perfection!
THE WRITER IS IN RESIDENCE I'm sitting here, I'll wait; I wonder how I'll go - The possie here is fine, my books all out on show, but see that dog? Yes that one there, it's squatting as they do when Nature calls and says it's time for them to do a poo. Both dog and owner gone again, so no-one needs to know ... But I'm a writer here, and I tell stories though - Some stories flights of fancy, notions high and low, and other tales more personal, they're painful ones and true. I'm sitting here, I'll wait. My writing brings me solace; sharing former woe can bring a sense of calmness, over cups of joe - For coffee, that inspires me, come share a cup or two - It might well prompt some words or lines, results are up to you! If not today, I'm back next week, some poems come so slow - I'm sitting here, I'll wait ...
