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Divorce Bard

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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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APRIL 23, 2011 6:01PM

Why the Sea Is Salt III.

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*Spoiler alert!* This is a serial - don't jump into the middle! Part I is here.

                                     III.

Still shouldering the ham, the man went in,
As ev'ryone was sitting down to eat.
A preacher prayed, to keep them safe from sin,
But no one heard - they all had seen the meat.

Then all at once, they offered what they had:
"My shoes could buy a slice of ham!" said one.
Another said "this sweater isn't bad!"
"My hat, perhaps?"  ...When all the bids were done,

He said "Good folk, by rights my faithful wife
Should have it.  But I see you need it more.
Please, keep your things.  I've wanted, all my life,
A mill... just like this one beside the door!"

And so the deal was done - they made the swap.
His friend then taught him how to use the mill,
But more important, how to make it stop.
And now, with all his magic milling skill,

He took it home, in time for Christmas Eve,
And showed it to his wife.  "You won't believe
The things it does!  Just watch!"  And then he sat:
"Grind flour, grind it out as fast as that!"

His wife was cross, and set to disapprove,
When suddenly, the mill began to move.

 

End of Part III. Go to Part IV.

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I'm never first - usually a day late.
You always know how to just keep us hanging and wanting more.
More please!
ah, another of the bard's hanging endings. how you can do that and make it rhyme, too ... amazing.
You might be interested in http://www.kidcyber.com.au/topics/porridgepot.htm
Again I am hanging as the mill becomes magical. Waiting on tender hooks.
Holding my breath here, Bard. Don't string this out too long...
Why do I believe that this man will make me smile.
You're definitely skipping right along with this one--I wanted dessert! ;)

"His wife was cross, and set to disapprove,
When suddenly, the mill began to move."
Great couplet!
a man sets out to make his wife happy
(of all the impossibilities in life)