swathes of hillside rambling
across dawn canvas.
Bio and Links
is a poet from Oxfordshire in the UK. Her work appears in Irisi magazine, Haiku Crush’s The Best Haiku 2021 Anthology and The Best Haiku Anthology 2022 (winning a Judges Grand Mention award), Pure Haiku (blog), Tiny Wren Lit, and The Storm’s inaugural print journal. She is currently guest co-editor for Sídhe Press’s first anthology on the theme of ‘Dementia’.
A curtal sonnet is an eleven-line sonnet that was invented by Gerard Manley Hopkins. It follows a rhyme scheme of abcabc dcbdc or abcabc dbcdc. It has features that are similar to the most common sonnet forms, the Petrarchan and Shakespearean, but it’s also distinctly different. The poem consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here’s the rhyme scheme:
Line 1: a
Line 2: b
Line 3: c
Line 4: a
Line 5: b
Line 6: c
Line 7: d
Line 8: b
Line 9: c
Line 10: d
Line 11: c
I admit I am rubbish at metre. I read it back and if it sounds right I am ok with it.
GMH most famous example is Pied Beauty
Pride and Honour
Wear your badge
Wear it with pride
Pride is passion
Pride should not divide
Divide the people
Divide the world by fear
Fear drives us all
Fear keeps them in power
Power is darkness
Power in the hands of liars and criminals
Criminals and murderers hiding in plain sight
Criminals with a smiling mask
Mask their actions with a
Mask of Godliness
Godliness counts for nothing when
Godliness makes lives worse
Worse in body
Worse in spirit
Spirit can and will be crushed
Spirit that could shine a light
Light on your smashed door
Light that blinds your eyes
Eyes covered while other
Eyes watch you through darkened dystopian windows
Windows are absent where you are taken
Windows would let you see
See into your inner being
See the pumping of your blood
Blood of your land
Blood of your sex
Sex is wicked
Sex is your shame
Shame is the bedrock of our being
Shame bears down on your body like a stone
Stone measures the depth of their hate
Stone them all
All who fail to follow
All who do not comply
Now is the time to act
Now or never
Never is a very long time
Never to see your family again
Again we watch and hope that
Again the world will show honour
Honour your courage
Honour will bring respect
How Did It Go?
I think this works like a stream of consciousness – I did edit it a bit but I didn’t think it was worth putting more effort in than that. Not my style of poem.
today, the cloud wears the shades of gloom
and upon the earthers it rains the precipitates of sorrow.
outside, the sun is a melting silver lining
and there are no rainbows here, just ash.
in the hues of seasons, I have never known a darker day
for my heart is a lightbulb lapped by the wicked tongue of a moth
and my scars are scorched metaphors of a burnt firmament.
in the clouds, a lightbug dances,
little does it knows it is a silhouette in this orb of darkness.
this poem is a grayscale of the colors of joy swallowed by the dark moon
and here there is no better ending than a night.
today, the moon is a sundry wizard and my mind
is its coven of enchantment.
Bio And Links
-Adesiyan Oluwapelumi, TPC XI,
writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He received an Honourable Mention in the international Metamorphosis Writing Contest. He was also shortlisted in the August-September 2022 edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest. His works are featured/ forthcoming in Brittle Paper, Afristories, Kahalari review, Eunoia Review, Snowflake Magazine, Salamander Ink, Lumiere Review, Culture Cult Press, Icefloe Press & elsewhere. He is currently a Poetry Reader at Kitchen Table Quarterly.