3.7.11 - afternoon

This is for the final of Protagonize’s Poetry X-Factor, beginning on the afternoon 3.7.11 FAME is the theme

MYTHOLOGY (looking at the big book at the bottom of my bed)

Fame, Fate and Fortune

The Bible, Structured Religion

Christianity

Myths and Legends

 

Ballade rhyme scheme

ababbcbC  3 eight-line stanzas, eight syllables and envoy of bcbC

C is the last line of the first stanza working as a refrain

 

Jesus sits at the table of myth

and legend tells tales – tall pieces

of flash-fiction detail dates of old

meetings of stars. Fame lives on

moveable feasts and worshipful people

allow themselves to blend with the fabric

live in the weave that fixes belief like dye.

 

Rhyming words:

Myth– with, pith, kith, smith, wither

Tale– ail, ale, bail, bale, derail, exhale, fail, fairytale, nail, flail, frail, gale, hail, hale, impale, inhale, jail, male, mail, pail, pale, prevail, quail, rail, regale, sail, sale, scale, stale, tail, they’ll, trail, travail, unveil, vale, veil, wail, whale

Weave– achieve, believe, cleave, conceive, deceive, eve, grieve, heave, naïve, peeve, perceive, receive, relieve, reprieve, sleeve, thieve, we’ve

Blend– bend, contend, defend, extend, fend, intend, lend, mend, offend, pretend, rend, send, spend, suspend, trend, wend

Each stanza has: 2a 4 b and 2c rhymes (after the first only 1 c because of the refrain)

So, ALE has got to be the b rhyme

So, what am I saying and how will I say it? The first stanza creates the atmosphere around the subject, the second introduces me and my opinion/feelings, and the third paints the 21stcentury. I might address the Envoy to God or the universe.

ababbcbC  3 eight-line stanzas, eight syllables and envoy of bcbC

C is the last line of the first stanza working as a refrain

 

Religion sits at the table of myth

casting spells, telling tales

tall pieces

of flash-fiction detail dates of old

meetings of stars.

Fame lives on in fables

moveable feasts and worshipful people

allow themselves to blend with the fabric

live in the weave that fixes belief like dye.

......

Religion, that flash of fiction, suspends

belief in moveable feasts – inhale

your drug of choice. Work hard and spend

a lifetime eating fairy tales

wearing thin excuses when they failed

to explain the pain or intervene

when horror consumed the scale.

God sits at the table of Myth, serene.

Those gods of old, fold themselves and rail

at their people or do they

Fame and fortune weaves itself into 

...... bed time!

The End

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