In the last post, I researched different poems that contained words from my random rhyme set. In this post I will try to mimic a portion of a famous American poem by Emily Dickenson.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
To me, it looks like the rhyme scheme is the following for the entire poem.
Each letter represents a possible rhyme ending. I've highlighted in different colors the pairs that I think might rhyme.
A, B, C, B
D, E, D, E
F, G, G, G
So, taking some of the 9 words and focusing on only one portion of the ED poem, I'll try write something similar—yet different.
#264 egg, leg, beg, peg, vague, plague, keg, bootleg, nutmeg
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Plague Across the Land
©2020 by Ken Wickham based on Emily Dickenson's "Hope is a thing with feathers"
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I've seen across the entire land,
All victims of the plague,
In a world looking strange and vague,
No, I don't want to beg.
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