Hello dear reader,
Today, rather than having a casual poem to write, we were challenged to get classically formal and compose a poem in Sapphics. These are quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee.
I may have lost count somewhere along the way, and to be honest I don’t really care. Today’s poem is done. It is by far the one I dislike the most. But I dislike Sappho worse.
Rod E. Kok
April 11, 2015
Evil lurks outside my mind; grasping, clutching.
I will fight and not give in; lusting, craving.
Sappho was this Satan’s spawn; writing, counting.Challenge accepted.