I’ll tell you what. NaPoWriMo is making me google poetic terms. Poetry has become so engrained in me that the terms learned so long ago have faded. Educational, productive, and fun!
And now, the prompt (again — the prompt is optional!). Because it’s the 8th, I thought we might try writing in ottava rima — an Italian form that, in English, usually takes the form of an eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c.
Cardboard and Freedom
This week we remember slavery
By living eight days without bread.
What poor replacement for bravery
To stand and eat this matzah instead.
I long for a banquet more savory
As culinary complaints fill my head.
Next week I’ll enjoy some butter on rye.
Year round I am ever grateful that my people did not die.
© 2013 D.L. Lang
This poem was published as a part of Abundant Sparks. Dig it? Grab the book: