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Spectator competition winners: selfies in verse

17 September 2016

9:45 AM

17 September 2016

9:45 AM

It was Edna St Vincent Millay’s sonnet-about-the-sonnet ‘I will put Chaos into fourteen lines’ that prompted me to invite a poem about a verse form written in that verse form. But there are other similar examples — Robert Burns’s fine ‘A Sonnet upon Sonnets’, for one: ‘Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings;/ What magic myst’ries in that number lie!…’

There were lots of poems about the sonnet in all its guises, but I was also drowning in limericks, clerihews, double dactyls, haikus, cinquains, pantoums, ottava rima, terza rima — many of them brilliantly well made. Accomplished entries from D.A. Smith, Jane Blanchard, Frank McDonald, Hugh King, Noah Heyl, Max Gutmann, Susan McLean and Katie Mallett narrowly missed the cut.

The first six printed below take £25 each; the final two earn their authors £15 apiece.

John Whitworth
A rondel is made like a roundelay,
With a rhyme, call it A, and a rhyme, call it B,
Which repeats, it repeats, (do you see, do you
Until back comes your A like he’s ready to play,

Like he’s ready to play in a holiday way,
Until B with a buzz, with a buzz like a bee,
Yes it’s B like a bee coming back to the fray,
Like a bee or a flea, yes as fit as a flea,

Is your B. And your A with his hey-hey-hey,
As brisk as your B with his two times three,
Tweedledum, tweedledee, with their two times
Like a cool cabaret or a mad matinee.

A rondel is made like a roundelay.

D.A. Prince
Petrarchan sonnets first eight lines rhyme thus:
a b b a; again, a b b a.
Tough (for the poet) but the sestet’s way
is looser, and the scheme more generous.
Quite simple: c d e (repeat). Less fuss.
Eight lines of ‘problem’, then the ‘answer’ may
resolve itself within the sestet’s play.
This flexibility’s a major plus.

Shakespearean sonnets? Quite another thing.
Three quatrains, piling up like building blocks
or winter clothes laid down inside a trunk.
From lesser hands the final couplets bring
conclusions obvious as matching socks.
They belt up with a terrifying clunk.

Alan Millard
O where are you going — you ponderous tale
Whose ending unfolds with the speed of a snail?
And why must you parrot again and again
A repetitive, tedious, tiresome refrain?

O who gives a fig why Lord Randall so ails
Or doomed Barbara Allen her downfall bewails
Or, fighting at Flodden, King Jamie is slain?
Romantic or tragic, your form is a pain.
The Sonnet’s delightful, the Rondeau as well,
And so is the cunningly-rhymed Villanelle,
The Haiku’s compact and the Elegy’s deep,
But you, like a sedative, guarantee sleep.

From medieval roots, like a weed, you survived
And, nourished by troubadours, flourished and
Till, conquering Christendom, bland as green
Established at last, you’re baptised as the Ballad.

George Simmers
A patter-song’s a vehicle for verbal virtuosity,
And, though some look askance at such a lyrical
It emanates a quality of literate frivolity
By setting words a-dancing at a super-high
A patter-song must bubble with a wild linguistic
And has to be outlandish-ish if it’s to do the bizz-
(That word, of course, was mauled about and
others will be hauled about
Until the hearer’s bludgeoned to a state of utter
A patter-song gets gusto when it mixes with its
Of trisyllabic rhymables a sense of easy
It ransacks the thesauruses for words to fit its
It’s hard to sing but fun to hear and that’s the joy
      of pattering.

Phoebe Flood
A triolet is eight lines long.
It doesn’t really sing.
But shudders like a dinner gong.
A triolet is eight lines long
Ding dong ding dong ding bleeding dong
God curse the bloody thing.
A triolet is eight lines long.
It doesn’t really sing.

Fiona Pitt-Kethley
Haiku’s a sandwich.
Five seven five syllables.
All ham not much bread.

Sylvia Fairley
Dish the dimeters, with
Choriambs only in
Lines eight and four.

Always make sure that the
Line has six syllables,
No less, no more.

Penelope Mackie
Edmund C. Bentley
Should have been informed, gently,
That of his own verses in the genre, very few
Are good examples of the clerihew.

Ted Hughes wrote How the Whale Became. Your next challenge is to substitute another animal or fish for ‘Whale’ and submit a short story with that title. Please email entries of up to 150 words to by midday on 28 September.

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