IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY WITH RJ CLARKEN – ZaniLa Rhyme

The ZaniLa Rhyme is an interesting, modern repeating form. This form was created by Laura Lamarca, and consists of at least two 4-line stanzas (although three or more stanzas are preferable).

The rhyme scheme for each stanza is:

Stanza 1

a
b
c1/c2
b

Stanza 2

a
b
c2/c1
b

Stanza 3

a
b
c1/c2
b

and so on…

The syllable count for each stanza is:

9
7
9
9

As you can see, Line 3 is a Repeating Line, which contains an internal rhyme and is repeated in each alternate stanza as in the first stanza. Each even stanza line contains the same line but with the two parts of the internal rhyme swapped. There is no maximum poem length.

This form can be found on the wonderful The Poets’ Garrett website (http://thepoetsgarret.com/2010Challenge/form4.html) which is hosted by the brilliant Terry Clitheroe.

Here are a couple of examples of my own, to give you an idea of just how – ermmm – zany the ZaniLa can be.

Ready…set…start poeming! ~RJ

alice

ALICE

By RJ Clarken

“I am the Hatter; here’s the March Hare,”
said the strange man in my dreams,
“Beware the Queen – she’s terribly mean,
and please know, nothing is as it seems.”

“I am Alice. Pleased to meet you, but…”
I politely asked this pair,
“…she’s terribly mean? Beware the Queen?
It sounds like ghastly tidings you share.”

“Quite,” said the Hatter, “Nevertheless,
it is ‘time’ to serve cream tea.”
“Beware the Queen; she’s terribly mean!”
March Hare poured, as he nodded at me.

With that, the Dormouse woke abruptly.
“Odds Bods! I’m trying to doze.
She’s terribly mean! Beware that Queen!”
He gestured to me. “Queen, I suppose?”

“No!” I cried, “I’m just a little girl!”
Those chaps calmly sipped a cup.
“I’m not the Queen – so what can you mean?”
And then, at that moment, I woke up.

© RJ Clarken

 

time for bed

Bedtime Story

By RJ Clarken

Illustration by: Henriette Willebeek Le Mair (1889-1966)  

 

Come, little brother, it’s time for bed.
You must leave your toys behind.
They’ll wait for you ‘til morning anew.
I am older, so me you must mind.

Wood horse and stuffed bunny need their sleep
so do you, and thus please come.
‘Til morning anew they’ll wait for you.
It’s now beddy-bye time, don’t be glum.

I’ll read you a tale of a small boy
who’s really a prince, disguised.
They’ll wait for you ‘til morning anew:
since your furry friends say close your eyes.

[Yawn]…once upon a time, long ago
this prince…[yawn, yawn]…well, that is…
‘Til morning anew, they’ll wait for…yooooou…
[yawn]…that’s the end…of the story…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

© RJ Clarken

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MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT

THERE, THERE

He longs to retire in the tropics
With white sugar sand and sea
Even though she prefers white of snow
And he knows she will never agree.

She longs for falling crystalline flakes
And snow-laden trees outdoors.
She prefers white of snow, even though
She treasures hand-held walks on the shores.

© Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013

RJ, you have made Walt and me very happy.  Thank you so much for stepping into the role of our weekly poetry form instructor.  If we could hand-picked one expert to fill in for Walt …

Oh, wait … Walt DID hand pick you.  😉