Heat Wave Torture
This week, I decided to try out a new poetry form known as a memyric. The memyric was invented by Lancelot of Pleiades and uses four-line stanzas of five, three, eight, and three syllables respectively, with the two three-syllable lines rhyming. The last word of the first line rhymes with the first word of the second line. It’s a fun form to work with. If you’d like to see an example written by the inventor of the memyric, check out this poem: “The Roll”.
Now for your reading pleasure, I give you this *modified* memyric, written for Poefusion’s Tuesday Title Prompt, which this week is “Salty Moon”. I did not completely follow the rules for the memyric (my last word in my first line doesn’t rhyme with my first word of my second line), but I experimented with some internal rhyme instead. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Salty moon in June
overhead -
saturated, not crisp, clean. It
wilts instead
in a bed of red
sunset sky.
We drip like sons of the hot sun.
Our skins cry
humid, hot tears. Fears
of rising
mercury further up the glass,
surprising
record books. We look
for any
salvation in freon and ice
and many
fail, swimming, sweating
in heat wave’s
torture. They sweat, dance, for the bitch -
none are saved.
Written 11/18/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
You’re first attempt at a memyric is most impressive. And, your picture choice is stunning. Keep up the good work. Have a nice night.