Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Poem #20 for Poetry Month-Welsh-Cywydd Llosgyrnog
Today, a most unlikely match of form and content: a Welsh Cywydd Llosgyrnog, yes, say that three times in a lilting voice, and the stress experienced by a hockey fan watching her favourite teams struggle mightily. Full disclosure: I cheer for the Vancouver Canucks and the Winnipeg Jets. Heaven help me if they ever meet in the play-offs.
This form has a syllabic line pattern as follows: 8 8 7 8 8 7
The rhyme scheme is deceptively simple too: A A B C C B but the A rhyming word must also rhyme with the middle word in line three and the C rhymed ending must agree with a word in line six. The oral tradition lineage is strong, of course. Lots of hooks embedded to jog the bard's brain cells onward.
Okay, get your own team T-shirt on and listen up. Photo is of Jeff George (b. Boissevain, MB) and me (b.Fort St. John, BC) delighted to get tickets to a pre-season game in Winnipeg with the Jets and the Carolina Hurricanes in 2011. Full house. Full-on decibel roar. The Jets won that game. Go Jets!
Overtime in Winnipeg
The man in white and blue tumbles
The crowd, as one, lowly grumbles
Then rumbles, a mighty roar!
Our throats are wrecked, our mood is dark
We must win now, the end is stark
Nerves snap and arc, oh !%^*#!!, they score!