Sonnet Crash Course
Since my goal is to inspire you all to be as fascinated with form poetry as I am, I'm going to be educational for a moment. An English or Elizabethan sonnet (also called a Shakespearean sonnet, because Shakespeare is just that badass) is 14 lines, broken into three four-line stanzas (or poetic 'paragraphs,' if you're not down with the lingo) and one concluding couplet. The rhyme scheme is traditionally ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, though it's common for poets to scrap this scheme and make up their own.
More important than the rhyme scheme, in my opinion, is the meter. If you've ever read a Hallmark card with a terrible-sounding rhyming poem, such as, say, this one I'm going to make up right now--
My dearest daughter, you know you are the best
Better by far than all the rest
And so I am writing this card to say
I hope you have a wonderful birthday!
--then you can understand how much meter matters to a form poem (this is also why the greeting card industry is not a fair representation of form poetry in general... curse them). So, if you look at this... horrifying example, you will notice that the number of syllables varies randomly from line to line, and also that the stressed syllables follow no apparent pattern.
Not so with sonnets! Each line may contain only ten syllables.*
Most sonnets are well-constructed, thought-provoking, and thematically significant. My sonnets, however, will not be. This is because my love of poetry far outweighs my actual ability. I'm here to prove that you don't need to be a poetic genius to have fun with words. Case in point: Sonnet I, my interpretation of the classic plea to an unattainable lover!
Sonnet I - to Mr. SpockThere's something in your eyes and pointed brows
As warm and dark as moonless Vulcan nights;
Some magic in your gaze that can arouse
In maidens' minds a dream of dark delights.
For you I'd fight the Gorn with my bare hands
And learn the discipline of Kolinahr;
In seven years I'd yield to your demands
And guide you gladly through your next pon farr!
But love, to you, is just an altered state--
A sickness caught from sweat or flower spores;
So if a lady snares you for a date,
You tend to sober up before she scores.
And yet, I'd wait a lifetime for the chance
To go where no girl's gone before (your pants).
As you can see, some emotions are so profound that they must be expressed poetically. Tune in next time for Sonnet II!
That is seriously the best poem I've ever read. This is going to be awesome.
ReplyDelete