Bent Over a Rondeau #atozchallenge #poetry #photography


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That long forgotten old oak tree

bent in abjection’s misery

no longer watered by the farm

planks torn off  the old wooden  barn

an era’s ending not so pretty

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A place  once full of life and green

where  fledglings flap and  fly  with glee

never a worry of their harm

that long forgotten old oak tree

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Those young ones  on a climbing spree

no need for old folks  groan nor plea

welcome were gangly legs and arms

faithful to hear us spin our yarns

during games it was always free

that long forgotten old oak tree

 

The Old Barn
The Old Barn

Do you have memories of a faithful climbing tree??

 

The Rondeau named after the French word for “round,”  is characterized by the repeating lines of the  refrain (rentrement), and the two rhyme sounds throughout.

The rondeau’s form is not difficult to recognize; it is composed of fifteen lines, eight to ten syllables each, divided  into a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The rentrement consists of the first few words or the entire first line of the first stanza, and it recurs as the last line of both the second and third stanzas. Two rhymes guide the music of the rondeau, whose rhyme scheme is as follows (R representing the refrain): aabba aabR aabbaR.

Thanks to Poets.Org for the information about the rondeau

Have a try at the rondeau it is a fun form to play with.

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 “Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

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11 thoughts on “Bent Over a Rondeau #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

  1. Lovely poem, and a song came up when I opened the post. Loved that, too. I have lots of tree-climbing memories. Climbing always felt like some sort of freedom, being up there, able to see from up top, although I never made it too far up top.
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  2. Lovely poem! It does take you back to a special place…my such place was at my grandparents’ home and the jackfruit tree and the mango tree in their verandah!

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  3. Loved the poem and beautiful picture! I spent most of my childhood climbing trees – even when I was a teenager we hang out on one funnily enough! Great memories, haven’t thought of them in a while in fairness. Thanks for the post!

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