
Nocturnal hare on barren desert ground
whose acute ears alert on every sound.
Your agouti dorsal battledress fur
upon creamy white legs, O' sabouteur
of juniper, cactus, sweet clover feed,
sleep softly now on coriander seed.
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Update:
Divorce Bard sent a private message to me and has shown me an arrangement to "help the meter scan correctly." I am delighted with the result:
Nocturnal hare on barren desert ground
Acutest ears, alert on every sound
Agouti dorsal battledress of fur
On creamy, whitest legs, O' saboteur,
of juniper, sweet clover, cactus feed
sleep softly now on coriander seed.
Scupper © 4/2010
Photo: George Harrison


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Comments
I wanted to try my hand at iambic. Just a rapidly written little ditty to use up some excess energy.
Well. I swear.
"My brain won't sustain the pattern"... it really is a frame of mind. The nearest I can compare it to is the Tetris Effect. And I swear, when I do it, I can feel the words clinking around, adding and dropping prefixes and suffixes, changing their order, to make themselves fit the rhythm correctly, as though they're doing it by themselves.
All these nice people here are afraid you ate the rabbit. I, on the other hand, hope you've been bitten.
and then I swear
Jack my darling Jack
wasn't anywhere
Sharp eye, better ear.
I've just read your comment and your pm. I'm delighted with the sharing!
Don't I love that image.
Rated for all of it, and for use of iambic that I cannot even imagine being able to do.
And for having to also go to the dictionary for agouti. (I would have imagined that a name for pasta)
"take care of the sounds and the sense takes care of itself" maybe?
Go conk?
Yes!? No!
I'll sneeze!
No sneeze!
No!
No sneeze?
No!
Keep Open!
Yes!
No?
Yes!
Eyes must stay stay Open when Ya sneeze. If you are iambic Ya may sniff!
Please. You must admit that this comment makes no bit of sense if Ya ill!
Ya must sniff ground pepper to become a 3rd person EPs OSer gal. Ya Bio?
Scupper
If Ya visit the old country iambic bumpkins - please no eat those bratwurst.
They are pork sausage, and they are the world's worst non-health food @ O.S.!
I hope Divorce Bard become your dear friend. This comment is awful. Worst ever.
I blame old Hubris.
No be too analytical.
For me - O just shush!
Sing`here coms santa!
No join a nudist camp!
okay. Yawn Good Night.
burp, hiccup, cactus huh?
scratch butt cactus plant.
This comment is bonkers.
I've written iambic before, but my mind wouldn't focus well on this one.
Trilogy--100 percent agreement. The Bard knows (hears) his iambic beat!
Thanks for this lovely piece. Phrases like this: "...sleep softly now on coriander seed" are fairly spellbinding.
Rated and appreciated.