They were all good, there really is an abundance of talent on this site (sometimes it does take a little drawing out).
To use a quote from Janus, I am kind of “rumpty-tumpty” poet myself (if I am any poet at all and I make no claim). As result I do like a rhyme in my pomes and I was drawn to Ara’s late entry and Janus’s masterful compilation of place names for that reason, but for staying with the theme and evoking the kind of perplexity that only a new beginning can do, I must award the “Poisoned Chalice” this round to Bearsy. Well done, that Bear.
Good on yer, Bearsy.
Despite lots of thought and perspiration
I sat, stranded without inspiration
had plenty words, on lots of lines
couldn’t turn them into rhymes.
Must try harder
Nice one Bearsy,
So kind of you to mention me,
My pome was rushed, as you can see.
Bearsy’s pome was not so fraught
So, win the prize, I think he ought.
Groan, but well done Bearsy.
Coo-er! Thanks LW … and Pseu and Soutie and Araminta. 🙂
I’m also someone who usually likes rhymes and a rollicking beat, but this time I thought I’d try something different, as a new beginning.
I am gobsmacked; a stunned mullet; a shag on a rock.
Thinking about the next competition will begin after my third cuppa. 😕
Well done, our Laureate! Form, metre and rhyme have their place in this unstructured world! 🙂