Showing posts with label ode. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ode. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 April 2014

favOurable Or what?


is for Ode


An ode is a lyrical poem in praise of and/or addressed to a subject that has captured the poet’s interest and inspired them.  Classical odes were typically long poems with very complex structure.  The basic rules are


·        Multiple stanzas, each stanza of 10 lines, at least 3 stanzas
·        All lines in iambic pentameter except the 8th line
·        The 8th line in iambic trimeter
·    The rhyme scheme is ababcdecde for each stanza throughout. 


(I’ve found it helps with writing long stanzas if they are broken up into quatrains and tercets like so: abab/cde/cde and then combined when finished)


Now for my ode:



Keep it simple!



Keep it plain and simple, the song of praise
don’t fret too much about metres and feet;
as many points of view as there are ways
and in no time you’ll have your ode complete.
Of course the rules are strict but they can be bent,
the main idea is to communicate.
Let’s sum the rules first so that everyone
knows what is important;
and if we write ten short words like this straight,
then there’s the first stanza over and done.


Each stanza ten lines and each line or phrase
in iambs that means a da-DUM da-DUM beat
bring it back on track if the format strays
but once a while it’s okay too to cheat.
The line syllable count in any event
mustn’t top eleven that’s the going rate
abab c dec de the rhyme scheme is fun -
there’s the ode, praise song meant
as instant lyrical lift, and line eight
two iambs shorter than the previous seven.


Authentic doesn’t need gaudy displays
keeping it simple is on trend and neat;
a genuine smile, a heartfelt sentence says
more than long words that are syrupy sweet;
straightforward has its own trademark accent
and short words have a grave and glorious weight -
the power of truth uplifts ode and action.
Let this be the intent.
Unadorned beauty’s hardest to create;
and hard to be laidback, and pay attention.





Posted for the A-Z Challenge.

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

The Teacher's Fee : Excerpt







Eklavya’s not quite a hero, a bit player
many like him in that ancient epic
a one-off conflict, a scene here or there
and promptly dismissed in a casual flick.
How does that justify writing long odes
the complex crafted lyrics, line by line
moving glass beads of sounds on an abacus?
all praise’s for demigods
why should anyone carefully realign
the praise towards a mere man with so much fuss?



The quality of steadfastness is rare
rare indeed the mind which has the intrinsic
strings in place to wing it on a prayer
with a statue overseeing his technique
his aim and skills, all arrows straight, all lines toed
and stand fast at payback time and not decline
the cruel fee: his weapon arm made useless.
Admit it. It was odd -
that a Master should spot the statue at the shrine
and gauge the pupil with an eye this ruthless.