This is the 1st in a group of four posts that I am going to make about the word con event that I attended at my university.
This post is about Gary’s part in word con 1.
Gary is a poet, and coincidentally one of my teachers (for writing short fiction).
His event at word con was about poetry, and he began by defining iambic pentameter. Now, I’ve always thought of iambic pentameter and any kind of iambic wording as a heartbeat. You have one unstressed, and then one stressed.
Gary did not use this definition, but he has studied poetry a lot more than I have so he probably knows what he is talking about.
He asked us to write our own sonnet and this is what I came up with:
She sleeps so still under the willow tree
Her tears so soft they run like frightened dogs
No cash no home she only has her togs
She floats face down below the raging sea
It started maybe with her mother’s cry
A shriek a wail a slap against her skin
How does this pain come from her next of kin
The willow sways with wind come from the sky
She ran quite fast far from that stony home
The rockwork loomed and up she moved and stopped
She looked below and felt her stomach drop
The waves embraced her frame and broke her bones
They pick her up out of the deathly grip
And cold and blue no air will pass her lip
You should be able to feel the heartbeats within this phrasing so that it reads in iambic pentameter.