2007 Form Challenges
#2 Celtic
(Ae Freslighe, Casbairdne, Deibhidhe).

IRISH POETRY FORMS


Note: Until the 5th Century the only written form of Irish was Ogham which was used solely for carving into trees and gravestones. As a result Gaelic Poetry was based on sound structures to make them easy to remember, with rhyme not as important as repetition, alliteration and rhythm.

It is important to remember that Irish poetry is cyclic and the last line should end with the first syllable word or the complete line.

1. Ae Freslighe.
2. Casbairdne.
3. Deibdhe.

Ae Freslighe: (ay fresh lee)



Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines one and three rhyme with a triple (three syllable) rhyme and two and four use a double (two syllable) rhyme. As was stated earlier. the poem should end with the first syllable word or the complete line that it began with.

x x x x (x x a)
x x x x x (x b)
x x x x (x x a)
x x x x x (x b)

Isle of Manx

Isle of Manx in Irish Sea
peopled by the Celt and Gauls --
my ancestors whiteish be
they hear dirges, lais and calls.

Druids they were and Druids
they be until time runs out.
While boiling blood and fluids
mine old prosody, puns doubt

the persistence of the sod,
telescope their hopes on stars,
bow to kiss earth for their God,
swear by the vengence of Mars.

But lasses and laughing lads
know their loves and know their style
of Asian moms, roaming dads
loosed from the drop of that isle.

©Jan Haag 4-18-98

Ae Freslighe Challenge Replies



Lorainne Dafney

Her Heart

Ryter Roethicle

First Night
Kisses Prove
Xamples

Nicola Wynter

Leaves Dance
Spirals

Trewir Wintlek

Feeling Hate?


Lorainne Dafney

Her Heart

My heart is yours today be
gentle when you touch its strings
for delicate teardrops flee
when past voices rise and sing


Ryter Roethicle

First Night

I feel you move against me
in the coolness of the night.
knowing itís as it should be
everything is alright.

Kiss confirms we are now one
a simple touch, winking eye
nights forever have begun
smile confirms itís you and I.

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Kisses Prove

Love is not like a hailstone
quickly melting on your lips,
it melts against mine also.
Mine from yours are loathe to go.

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Xamples

Ragged kid with snotty nose
clutching life in old black bag
ignore what we presuppose
feeling life has been a drag.

Teenage kid with challenges
feeling lifeís more certain now
learning to handle changes
brushes hair away from brow.

Now father with snotty kid
buying his son a new black bag
remembering all he did
his soníll never be in rags.


Nicola Wynter

Leaves Dance

Leaves of poppies fleeting dance
In fields of fairies do ask
How winds blow petaled chance
Into sure arms without mask.

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Spirals

Spiral as the ferns rebirth
Unfolding in shady nooks
Near sentinel trees unearth
The gurgles of toady brooks.

One looks as cycles return
Regarding each Naiad stream
On earth as is on Saturn
Storms stir up leaves, Naiad's dream.

Venture forth bracken on grounds
Not your own but, apteral
Like cicadas wings we found
Lying about in spirals.

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Trewir Wintlek

Feling Hate

In the darkness we feel touched
By feelings we feel within
A feeling we have left untouched
The feeling that makes us sin?

Off into feel war of hate
Feeling the pains of mistakes
Feelings, to lose feeling great
Come feel this hate, come partake

Stop! Stop! Just for this moment
Feel it! Now can we stop it?
Did we feel the tense ailment?
Did we hit something in fits?

Horrified, we feel a rage
Uncontrolled actions
Did we stop to change the stage?
Feeling hates saturation?

What are we feeling right now?
Uncomfortable, stressed out?
Still soaking in hateful sow?
Feeling so complex we shout

Letís unravel and delete
The feelings of detestation
Itís not to late to defeat
This action of destruction

Ready to attack this hate
That keeps you far inside sin
Is this really your given fate?
Will love make you give in?

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Casbairdne (koss bķyer-dne):

Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines two and four rhyme and lines one and three consonate with them. There are at least two cross-rhymes* in each couplet. In the first couplet, this isn't necessarily exact. The final syllable of line four alliterates* with the preceding stressed word.

x x b x (x x ac)
x a x x x (x bc)
x x x b (x x dc)
x x c x x (x bc)

145

Failed by the mail, go in June,
oh so soon, to Giddings Jail.
Pray pale Jonquil's maiden froth
will not fight when middens fail.

©Jan Haag 5-5-98

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Casbairdne Challenge Replies



Ryter Roethicle

Broken Souls
When you cry

Nicola Wynter

Angels Winds
Heart
Mirror


Ryter Roethicle

Broken souls

Broken souls, lovers casts offs
scattered around, creating
a graveyard of broken love
now too late for berating.

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When you cry

When you cry, I will proclaim
I feel shame for causing pain,
by the by, know loves no game
taking blame and will again.

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Nicola Wynter

Angels Winds

Angels calling as they fly
Constant comment on the flight
Of zephers child that they are
So apparently angels

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Heart

Heart, oh heart, be not confused,
Care not for days, other cues
Show you the way, how to heal
True, never blue, without heart.

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Mirror

Mirror, mirror, do you see
What you do, what we may show
That nobody knows, in dreams
Dare we look into your drag.

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Deibhidhe (jay-vťe):

Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Light rhyming in couplets. Alliteration between two words in each line, the final word of line four alliterating with the preceding stressed word. There are at least two cross-rhymes between three and four.

B x x x x x a'
x x x x x x' a
x b x x x x b'
xx x b x x' B

146

High on a mountain hurling
shouts swirling in the fog -- sing!
Flying the flurried, hoarse cry
unpurged, unhurried and high.

Moor unseen, music unheard
the mist blighted, insight blurred,
grounded, a panic goodbye,
gorse, music harvested high.

©Jan Haag 5-6-98

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Deibhidhe Challenge Replies



Ryter Roethicle

Blessed Rain
Clouds
Sober Toughts

Nicola Wynter

Cycles


Ryter Roethicle

Blessed Rain

Rain washes away the ground
leaving around wrinkled mounds
farmers weeping for lost grain
still blessing the seeping rain.

Drip, drip, dripping sound is heard
post rain blessing, happy words
smiles throughout this land again
as plants regain life with rain

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Clouds

Clouds will hide what is promised
ignoring an earlier premise
portends ridden by shrouds
the future hidden by clouds.

Too many nights now of clear skies
one left wondering how love dies
suddenly realise twoís a crowd
is there a future aftír cloud?

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Sober Thoughs

Sup thy wine and go to bed
ignore whatís best left unsaid
in the heat of angry cups
emerge those thoughts fed by sups.

With the morn and clearer head
forget words that have been said
now is the time to play make up
And being careful, thy next sup.

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Nicola Wynter

Cycles

Season of sun cycles wane
leaving clouds of leaf and rain
sunshine drys up our reason
as spring gives way loves season.

Too many days dreamt away
letting clouds get in our way
shepherding crimes of treason
back to blessings new season.

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