The Interloper
by , 01-29-2010 at 12:01 AM (2021 Views)
I'm not ready to reveal all, but I did write this for the Bouts-Rimes game, and I like it, I really like it.
The game is fun. It was started in the 1600's after a man, Dulot, complained that he had been robbed of a number of papers, in particular 300 sonnets. When questioned further, he said that he had not completed the sonnets. He had just written the end-rhymes for all of them. And thus the game was born.
The idea is to write a list of rhyming words and someone else takes up the challenge of writing a poem using them.
Would anyone like to take up the challenge? Or, as Joshua says, would you like to play a game?
The Interloper
the interloper came, thinking he could shoehorn
her into the ebony ivory and cedar corporeal
body that he deemed love, the tamarisk memorial
into which all must go who have been to humans born
o set! her black locks shorn, her gray gown rent, and the last leg
of the journey spent, she retrieved the log
that had, in mercy, ferried her across the night of tears and fog
bring him, o bring him back I beg I beg I beg
and as the waters of the river rise, she hovers, wings outspread, as Isis
eats the thirteenth piece, delays the crisis




