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I used to have a fascination with different types of poem that follow a set pattern.
A sonnet is a fourteen line poem which follows a set rhyme scheme and *should* technically be written in iambic pentameter (da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM), though modern sonnets play around with this.
Sonnets were popular in Renaissance verse and the classics writers Shakespeare and Spenser had their own patterns.
ABAB CDCD EFEF GG or AABB CCDD EEFF GG
ABAB CDCD EFG EFG
This is probably the most famous of Shakespeare's (this is no longer copyright as over 100 years old):
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
And here is a Spenserian sonnet of my own, from 1998.
No sonnet to hold the magic of feeling,
A trembling tenderness in my soul delights –
A shadowing sonnet to reflect the lights,
The beauty, the beauty, of ever believing.
No sadness to spoil the depth of compassion,
A freedom so simple, though love lives still –
A flyaway sonnet to soar with the thrill,
The release, the escape, of all love and all passion.
No days and no years could cut its throat,
A timeless emotion that cannot know never,
That can never quite give enough.
No cymbals for us with one splendid note –
A tambourine sonnet for you, forever
For the soft steady shake of this love.
(Copyright Silverla StMichael 1998)
Wdyt? Like, love or hate this sort of poetry?
Would anyone like to try writing a group one this week? I've done it in class with Y4 (8-9yo) children with some very interesting results!