d’Verse: Four line alternate rhyme scheme
At d’Verse, we are prompted to write an alternate rhyme poem of at least three stanzas, with a rhyme scheme of ABAB; CDCD; EFEF; etc.
The catch is that we must borrow the alternate rhyme pairs from a published poem in the same order in which they were written. We may select either a famous poem or one of our own previously published poems, and we must cite the source. For more information about this prompt, please visit d’Verse.
I selected the poem ‘Friends’ by Abbie Farwell Brown (1871 – 1927).
‘Friends’ by Abbie Farwell Brown
How good to lie a little while And look up through the tree! The Sky is like a kind big smile Bent sweetly over me. The Sunshine flickers through the lace Of leaves above my head, And kisses me upon the face Like Mother, before bed. The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass To whisper pretty things; And though I cannot see him pass, I feel his careful wings. So many gentle Friends are near Whom one can scarcely see, A child should never feel a fear, Wherever he may be.
A poem by David ben Alexander
From my balcony, I observe her for a long while as she poses suggestively by the chestnut tree, flashing her red, full lipped smile at men walking by, hardly noticing me. Leaning back, leg bent, lace visible beneath short, tight dress, her head turns, revealing a young girl's face; my heart skips; it must be well past her bed- Time slips past, as couples smoking grass pour out from the bars; things are not going to plan; all the customers pass her by, bellies full of pizza and buffalo wings. Then, suddenly, a hefty, lumbering fellow near- by, clearly drunk, spies her; and I see the flash of fear in her eyes, anxious he won't let her be.
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16 thoughts on “Lady, or: The street”
What a juxtaposition! The pure innocence of the ‘Friends’ poem and the jaded (tarnished?) innocence of yours.
🖤🙏🏻 Stephanie 🙏🏻🖤 ~ exactly! That is what I was going for!
💜🙏🏻 Ange 🙏🏻💜
I was drawn into the story! Wonder what happens next. Nicely done 🙂
🖤🙏🏻 Sangeetha 🙏🏻🖤
That’s lovely, David. 💖
🤍🙏🏻 Jeff 🙏🏻🤍 ~ thanks!
In reality, no one really sees her but the author of the poem. (K)
💜🙏🏻 Kerfe 🙏🏻💜 ~ exactly
I enjoyed the raw grit of this poem.
❤️🙏🏻 Molly 🙏🏻❤️
Good storytelling here
💙🙏🏻 JYP 🙏🏻💙
a raw story of vulnerability David – and one that matches the broken rhythm of your chosen poem rhymes – even so I did like the internal ones here
“Time slips past, as couples smoking grass
pour out from the bars; “
💓🙏🏻 Laura 🙏🏻💓 ~ thank you!