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Wreathed poetry is simply a natural blending of English poetry with the Celtic Welsh. Its creator George Herbert
was born into a wealthy artistic family in Wales and later was educated in Trinity College, Cambridge and was unpublished until
after his death. It is believed that his poem A Wreath was inspired by the Welsh form Englyn cryrch which uses an internal
rhyme scheme with an external one and gives a couplet scheme of:
Later poets realised that some Irish forms led with an internal form and from that was born Un-wreathed poetry, simply the reverse of Wreathed in that the first line starts with an internal rhyme with the second external and so on, there being no fifth line there is no external rhyme, giving it a basic rhyme scheme of:
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Wreathed and Un-wreathed Octave Challenge Replies
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Maryse AchongI thank You for the blessings that I get And yet fickle human, I still complain And strain against Your Holy Will; I fret: The debt I owe you I ignore again And feign forgetfulness, but not for long; Too strong the hold You have on me and I Soon fly back to Your Arms where I belong A song of praise for You, my best Ally. -----  Northern Winds Though winds assail me I still stand my ground, The sound they make will not make me afraid; They serenade me even as they pound And surround me. I am no timid maid. Each blade of grass, the blooms, pay them respect, Near genuflect as they go rushing by… Not I, I repel their cold and protect Myself, bedecked in shawl - Boreas fie! back to list |
Jem FarmerI hear her voice, she's calling me again, in raining tears, my name on her soft voice, a whispered choice that echoes falling rain, I'm lost to love's desire, there is no choice! In this a dream of passion I am lost Our hearts are crossed by love; in madness dream, as baby screams her pleasure; our paths are crossed once more alone as dawn awakes; I scream. -----  Midnight Mists The ashen clouds that fall at witching hour to cross the sleepless eyes that watch the moon engulf the moon in shrouds of hazy dreams. A dreamy state where fairies come to play, as pipers play a dancing midnight tune, a fortune teller waits for my open hand. My destiny is creeping far a way, the way to float beside the fluffy clouds. -----  My Sweet Rose In early morning sun I wander here it's here amid my garden's genteel flush a crimson flush of poppies whisper hush, the hushing breeze that brings your love so near. So near I feel your presence touch me, dear, your dearest heart awoke me with a rush, my senses rushed by the fragrant sagebrush, recall the brush of lips against my ear. In thought I find the sweetest bloom you chose, your choice remains to bring you closer still, and still each bud of summer gives a thrill, the thrill of love that like my garden grows. A growing passion tickles at my nose, I know inhaling scents that will fulfil, refilling dreams of you, my love, until, until I join my soul within your rose. -----  Stalling Heart Recall the melody they played on strings those sultry strings that echo tangos fall My fallen heart revealed as lady sings a song of love at end-of-summer ball Vibrant ball gowns that rustle dancing rings Amid the rings of painted beauties stall. A stalling heart that sees the better things the sweetest things as love I hear your call. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleThrough autumn leaves we still pick our way We will always love this time of year The path is unclear but we will have all day There is no dismay we have the sun to steer That golden sphere will always be there It knows we care, and for us will ever shine. Yet pine leaves fall and leaves the trees all bare We care but this is always natures design. Rather it would be forever autumn with me So we could spend forever living this way Instead one day a cold new world we'd see It has to be, so that spring in full array Will say welcome to all new life born And born it will be for her spirit is thus Without fuss we will see new leaves adorn And with each thorn the promise of a Rose. Inspired by Justin Hayward's "War of the Worlds" ----- It had to happen It cannot be, and I cannot kneel, I feel I lost the thing that mattered. You battered my heart so easily Casually handing it back shattered. It mattered not, I cannot see or hear The one I want so near to hold So cold the one I once held so dear A clear whispered silence now so bold. ----- Killed My life is dark and so quiet now Now almost feeling like the grave A graver love as deaf as death A wreath is that release I crave? Within that grave of dark despair The tears have no longer cause to flow Nothing grows here but who's to care Who dares a barren love, where naught can grow. ----- My Wings My wings shall cover the tapestried earth And the wide girth of the blue green sea Flying high seeing the sun at it's birth The world birth below in my apogee. My wings in glee ride the silken morn Patterning the torn, silent and sunlit sky That lies under Cancer and Capricorn Hiding my scorn flying where birds cannot fly. My wings envy the height of the sun Feeling one with the conquered mountain Where certain cloud pennants are undone Led and ruled by me as their sovereign. My wings again are covering the world In curled clouds whispering, singing in flight My winged flight across continents has hurled Entering the new world greeting the night. ----- Out of a void Out of a void my love has grown Grown from cosmic speck, a minute grain From nothing a seed then a chain was sown Finitely thrown it grew this heavenly domain No stain of wood, nor steel, nor brick or stone There's nothing known to shelter from harm But a calm and pulsing heart of flesh alone Made of love alone to protect and warm ----- Tanzen zur Liebesmelodie Dancing to loves tune, we spin and turn As you turn your heart skips and pounds That pounding heart causes you to burn Your eternal burning love ever resounds With its magic sounds your innards stir. Your lover's steps stir you, you soon find Minds and bodies touching as this occurs And you now prefer to dance entwined. ----- Three lanterns I have three lanterns that hang over my door The first you cannot ignore, the light from the past; Or go past the present that light we should explore. Some instead look ahead for what will soon be passed. And move too fast and miss important things Then soon in missing them, it brings a deep regret That cycle of regret, and worry for what life may bring A thing of misery and a life that is too upset. back to list |
Nia Wynne Greenmans Church Silverest moon shines the gray flagstone path, Above this path the Greenman smiles down, Not down at me, but looking up I see his breath Breathing new life into summer seasons dawn. Though all seasons dawn of die with his wrath Or wrath replaced by benevolent eyes that fawn On goddess fawns frolicking in springs on earth, This earth being his keep, his hunt, his own.  back to list |
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