Harpies in Laundromat conclaves
Exchange incantations: cruel burrs
That wish the absent to their graves.
Hot cauldrons rumble as they stir.
Reflected in the whirling dryer glass
Their dark eyes, hunched shoulders, cackling faces,
As they partake in a kind of black mass…
None repentant of their fall from graces.
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A contest entry
- Two Four Line Stanzas - Rhyme and Meter Only by Frodofan.
425 points, ended August 29, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sal -
Great imagery, took me straight to the opening scene in the Scottish Play.
Good luck in the contest.
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Interesting concept. Would love to know what type of meter you would call this though...
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It follows a set pattern of iambic and trochaic measurement, but not any particular one. I decided on a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD. I also decided the first stanza would have a syllabic count of 8 and the second stanza, a count of 10 syllables.
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