Wreathed and Unwreated Sonnets

Wreathed and Unwreathed Sonnets

Wreathed poetry is simply a natural blending of English poetry with the Celtic Welsh. Its creator George Herbert was born into a wealthy artistic family in Wales and later was educated in Trinity College, Cambridge and was unpublished until after his death. It is believed that his poem A Wreath was inspired by the Welsh form Englyn cryrch which uses an internal rhyme scheme with an external one. Remembering that Herbert was formerly an accademic and would have been aware of the sonnet, but it would not be formalised during Herberts lifetime and so in The Wreath he gives his own version of the sonnet:

A Wreath

A Wreathed garland of deserved praise,

Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,

I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes,

My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live,

Wherein I die, not live: for life is straight,

Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee,

To thee, who art more farre above deceit,

Then deceit seems above simplicitie.

Give me simplicitie, that I may live,

So live and like, that I may know, thy wayes,

Know them and practise them: then shall I give

For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise.

from The Temple (1633) by George Herbert

The sonnet sometimes considered to consist of an Octave, and a Sestet, both as well as having a standard rhyming form but also possesing internal rhymes.

The octave in reality is two Quatrains linked by the internal rhyme, and similarly the sestet

If the octave is linked to the sestet by an internal rhyme, then it should be presented as a fourteen (14) line poem, and if not then as an eight (8), six (6). Like the Petrarch sonnet, no meter would have been set, so that is left to the discretion of the poet. The basic form is thus:

x. x. x. x. x. x. x. a.

x. a. x. x. x. x. x. b.

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. a.

x. a. x. x. x. x. x. b.

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. c.

x. c. x. x. x. x. x. d.

x. d. x. x. x. x. x. c.

x. c. x. x. x. x. x. d.

x. x. x. x. x. x. x. e.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. f.

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. e.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. b.

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. e.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. f.

Here is an example of that form

Moonlight’s Glow

The nights I touch the moon’s pure light

and bathe in starlight to wait your kiss.

Your lover’s kiss that starts my flight,

and fly the skies of passion’s bliss.

The blissful thoughts that fill my days,

the endless days we are apart,

The parting mists reveal the haze,

in hazy dreams, I give my heart.

A token heart, my lover’s oath,

my oath of honour made to you

to see your smile reflect the moon

In moonlight’s glow, there lies love’s growth

and grow as one in all that’s true,

The truth of love our sacred tune.

Sarah Rayburn

Another alternative is simply three Quatrains and a Couplet. with or without internal links Un-wreath Poetry

The same rules apply to the Un- wreath sonnet as the previous wreath forms, you will also notice in this one, the sestet has been linked to the octave. Here is the basic rhyme scheme:

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. a.

x. a. x. x. x. x. x. b.

x. b. x. x. x. x. x. a.

x. c. x. x. x. x. x. b.

x. d. x. x. x. x. x. c.

x. c. x. x. x. x. x. d.

x. d. x. x. x. x. x. c.

x. f. x. x. x. x. x. d.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. f.

x. f. x. x. x. x. x. e.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. f.

x. f. x. x. x. x. x. e.

x. e. x. x. x. x. x. f.

x. x. x. x. x. x. x. e.

A purist might insist that both forms should be 14ers and that the last line should link back to the first one.

Pasted from http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/sonnet/wreath.html

Many thanks to John Clitheroe for his work on the PoetsGarret site.

My example

Fantasy Augment
Fantasy Augment,
a Wreathed Sonnet inspired by Vladislav Yeliseyev

Intruding on day’s failing light
the bright reflections in the sky
defy all reason, but delight
in spite of that; look how they fly
so high beyond the birds. I know
their glow announces festive cheer
for here we meet both bride and beau
with bouquets thrown – such times held dear.
The mansion, of itself is fine,
and wine will flow, and folks will dance
supplying memories by design
refined by being here. Don’t try
denying illusions that shine
divinely, when they get the chance.

© Lawrence Eberhart, April 22, 2015

Picture credit: Photo of Phillipi Mansion
painted by Vladislav Yeliseyev

 

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Wreathed Sonnet1

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Visayan Splash

Visayan splash

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abcb bcdc cdad da

My Example

Magic Firelight (Visayan Splash)

Magic Firelight

Divorced and visiting my west-coast friends;
not yet re-grounded, mescaline seemed fine.
While lying prone upon the cabin floor,
I watched the fireplace with a son of mine.

The firelight photons seemed almost divine
and shimmered like they never had before.
They’d hit the ceiling, then they’d break apart
and flicker like a twinkle’s brief encore.

My son observed it too, that’s what he swore.
What I thought hallucinogenic art
my four-year-old could very plainly see.
We grow, we learn, we think we’re getting smart;

But kids can see the hidden from the start,
how wonderful it is to be so free.

© Lawrencealot – April 16, 2015

 

Image credit: http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2646/438.jpg?eyes_of_a_child

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Visayan Splash

Kal’s First Fireburst

Kal’s First Fireburst

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The third line in each stanza must have a feminine end-word.
Rhyme Pattern:  abcb bcdc cded de, where the red letters indicate feminine rhyme.

Example poem

Owed to Judges (Kal’s First Fireburst)

Someone is tasked with being judge, of course
in any competition of the arts.
Most earn the right thru their displayed performance;
they know the subject and its many parts.

Ascension doesn’t come in fits and starts.
Good judges are not found by happenstance.
The choosers can’t be slouches (lest they’re wealthy
when finding talent’s just a game of chance.)

Ekphrastic work by poets should enhance
appreciation of the art they see
The poet’s not the judge of what’s been rendered
yet his interpretation talks to me.

So, judges I applaud you, don’t you see?
It’s challenging to have the final word.

© Lawrencealot – April 14, 2015

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Kals First Fireburst

 

Malayan Wave Sonnet – English Format

Malayan Wave Sonnet –  English Format
Quatorzain – Generally Iambic Petameter
Volta at or following line 9
Octet + Sestet
rhyming pattern: aaba bbcb ccdc dd 
This is a form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
 

My example

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening (Malayan Wave English Format)
 
Who owns the woods it matters not a bit
I’ll stop and merely look while I just sit
upon my horse  and watch the snowflakes fall.
The horse unused to stopping, chomps the  bit.
The deep and lovely woods present to all
a quiet peace away from city’s sprawl
A quiet montage – simply metaphor
displaying beauty differently than fall.
As whiteness coats the trees and forest floor
and amplifies the dwindling light yet more.
I drink up wonder, nurturing my soul
but cluck to horse  now, “Let’s complete our chore.”
  Demands of daily life  define our role,
appreciating life  should be our goal.
 
© Lawrencealot – October 27,2012

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Maylan Wave Sonnet

 

Malayan Fireburst

Malayan Fireburst

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

Unlike the Sonnets I have documented before which require feminine rhyme, this is the first, that requires “wrenched” rhyme, rhyming a feminine rhyme with a masculine rhyme. 

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: aaba bbcb ccdc dd, where the 3rd line in each quatrain must be feminine rhyme. (In each case you will be rhyming with masculine rhyme in the following couplet. This is know as wrenched rhyme.)

Note: except for the feminine rhyme requirement this is identical to the Maylayan Wave Sonnet, found HERE. 

Regarding wrenched rhyme, I quote from a man much more researched and learned than I:
_____

Rhyming a stressed syllable with an unstressed one – e.g. thing and having – is a dubious practice but was once considered respectable. John Donne used to do it. It is sometimes known as ligReht rhyme, or hermaphrodite rhyme, or (despite its lack of virtue) virtual rhyme. (I have also heard this called apocopated rhyme, but apocopated rhyme is really something else). For a long time I was baffled by a number of pages on the web that refer to virtual rhyme as “wrenched rhyme”, for I was convinced that that phrase ought to refer to something quite different. It turns out that Peter Dale (a distinguished poet and translator) has produced a categorisation of rhymes, among which he includes wrenched stress rhyme (which is my “virtual rhyme”) and wrenched sense rhyme (which is my wrenched rhyme). The two different meanings of the word “wrenched” may well pre-date Mr Dale.

Pasted from http://www.volecentral.co.uk/vf/rhyme.htm#wrenched sense rhyme

My thanks to Bob Newman for his years of work on the wonderful Volecentral resource.

 

My example

Remedial Action (Maylayan Fireburst)

Removed from urban crush his cabin sits
above where finally the sagebrush quits.
His land abuts a park that’s mostly forest.
A stealthy person’s action gives him fits.

His firewood disappears, and he has guessed
his neighbor’s taking it without request,
and Bob’s a guy who’d surely grant permission
but thievery’s the thing that’s got him stressed.

He has no proof, just knows the deed is done,
and even speaking out would be no fun;
So how’d Bob act to get the misdeeds ended?
He fixed a piece of firewood – only one.

A blasting cap was what he did embed.
The thefts all quit, and nothing more was said.

© Lawrencealot – April 10, 2014

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Maylayan Fireburst

Solihull Sonnet

The Solihull sonnet form was invented by Barry Hopkins, a Silhillian*, writing on Allpoetry as Black Narcissus , and composed as a double sonnet. Which I have shown below.

The sonnet may be written in either iambic pentameter or tetrameter.
A volta is optional,
(Which makes for a easy story telling sonnet.)
but if it occurs shall occur at line 13.
Rhyme Scheme ababababababcc.
(Differs from the Indonesian Sonnet, only by the final couplet.)

Yes, It Has Got Summer’s Day In It, But It’s Not What You Think.

Alas it was a day of bland cliché
where every line was naught but platitude;
my inspiration – ‘ Fifty Shades of Grey ‘
was more like shaking hands with gratitude;
I searched for something bawdy and risqué,
lascivious with fifty shades of lewd,
yet I seemed more engrossed by peach soufflé,
had I become a straight-laced, priggish prude?
Where once my mind obsessed on lingerie
my only contemplation was of food;
downcast I strolled into a strange cafe
to ponder this decorous attitude.
The waitress had come-hither, deep blue eyes,
but I just stared at all the apple pies.

“ What bothers you, this wondrous summer’s day? “
She asked and said “ I’m sorry to intrude.”
I spoke to her of my complete dismay
as on my apple pie I slowly chewed.
The more we talked the more I begged her stay
and sensed a subtle changing to my mood,
it seems we talked the afternoon away
by evening I was such a horny dude.
A man has urges that he must obey
and those cannot be baked or barbecued,
all thought of food was now in disarray
would she be as delicious in the nude?
That night was one of whispering and sighs,
the sort a poet must immortalize.

 

* Solihull is one of the most prosperous towns in the English Midlands. In November 2013, the uSwitch Quality of Life Index named Solihull the “best place to live” in the United Kingdom.  Residents of Solihull and those born in the town are referred to as Silhillians.  The motto of Solihull is Urbs in Rure (Town in Country).
Pasted from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solihull

 

My example

My Vagabond Youth (Solilhull Sonnet)

I wandered everywhere when I was young,
at first on foot around the countryside,
then later I hitch-hiked or rode among
the hobos who preferred a freight to ride.
Throughout the western states my hat was hung
in restaurants where my chores for food were plied
and in resort campgrounds where songs were sung.
I slept on beaches cleaned up by the tide,
and shared the food that other folks had brung;
the tales I told them kept them satisfied.
I may have spoke at times with fork’ed tongue
embellished tales – I never outright lied.
I later ventured East, but came back West
to settle in the country I liked best.

© Lawrencealot – April 7, 2015

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Solihull Sonnet

 

Double Sonnet

The Double Sonnet can be one of three sonnet forms.
◊ The Double Sonnet is 1 poem made up of 2 sonnets. Given this description, the poem could employ a Sicilian Sonnet and a Shakespearean Sonnet or whatever variable combination of sonnets the poet chooses.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem in which the sonnet rhyme scheme is doubled. This description would mean that the poem is made up of 2 sonnets of the same variation and rhyme scheme, such as 2 Wordsworthsonnets or 2 Terza Rima sonnets.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem that doubles the sonnet octave and then doubles the sonnet sestet. This seems to be more like one sonnet doubled in size than 2 individual sonnets stuck together by proximity and theme. In this scenario there would be only one turn or pivot which I assume would occur near the end of the 2nd octave or during the 1st sestet.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1058#double
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.

I ran a contest on Allpoetry.com to obtain samples of each type, and here
they are.

Double Sonnet – Type 1
The poet chose a Spenserian sonnet and a Malayan Wave Sonnet.

Paper Love
By Julia H. West, writing as Welshbard

Paper Love

My love is flat, and words its pages fill.
I bring it out while climbing into bed,
And open up its covers with a thrill,
To let its great adventures crowd my head.

For after my mundane concerns have fled
I turn a page, and open up the gate.
New cities, countries, worlds are mine instead
Of bosses, boring meetings, and debate.

And even in the daytime, ‘neath the weight
Of dreary office work and dull routine
I’m eager, for I know my love awaits
To carry me away to some new scene.

A day without my love I can’t endure;
Its tales of other lives have such allure.

When I must fly, to make my luggage light
I bring the love whose face glows in the night.
In my hotel it carries me away
With tales of danger, daring, and delight.

Once far from home, when meetings filled my day;
All done! I sought my love without delay.
But when I pressed the button on the side
What tragedy!  There was no bright display.

It wouldn’t charge, no matter what I tried
I must admit I very nearly cried.
I urgently dumped purse and bag and case,
And then a battered paperback I spied.

There are some things a tablet can’t replace.
I smiled, and held the book up to my face.

Picture Credit: https://seredipityminds.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/bogerd-escha-van-den-woman-reading-in-bed-png2.jpg

 

Double Sonnet – Type 2

The poet chose a double English Sonnet

Beyond the Pale
By L. Allen Bacon, writing as Allen a Dale

High drama breaks out midst the bourgeoisie
When fledgling children burst upon the scene
A father proud beholds his new trainee
The mother reigns as newly minted queen

Their world once elementary has changed
The two that started out as one are three
Now every circumstance must be arranged
To suit a child’s many varied needs

But love compels the bold intrepid crew
That mans the fledgling schooner stem to stern
Come wind and waves and storms that rage anew
They’ll never from their sacred trust adjourn

The child that trustingly lays in their arms
Must live with love far from the world’s alarms

In time however young ones will mature
And roles once fixed become a different thing
The hands that once protected aren’t as sure
For them it’s winter now not early spring

The youthful hold the hands of their own child
As we look on and wonder where life’s gone
For all the days when we were so beguiled
Have made their exit and the curtains drawn

Now when they look at us in sunset’s light
They can’t imagine life when we’re not here
But truth be told they each will do all right
For what they need to do is crystal clear

They’ll face into the wind and set the sail
And for their children go beyond the pale

Author’s Notes:

I try to include a list of vocabulary and phrases just because some things get lost without an explanation. I am also a bit of a nut about wanting to know the etymology of words and phrases. Google is a wonderful thing!

Vocabulary:
bourgeoisie [(boor-zhwah- zee)] (For the purposes of this poem) In general, the middle class. Applied to the Middle Ages, it refers to townspeople, who were neither nobles nor peasants.
Beyond the Pale: “The everyday use of the word ‘pale’ is as an adjective meaning whitish and light in colour (used to that effect by Procol Harum and in countless paint adverts). This ‘pale’ is the noun meaning ‘a stake or pointed piece of wood’, a meaning now virtually obsolete except as used in this phrase, but still in use in the associated words ‘paling’ (as in paling fence) and ‘impale’ (as in Dracula movies).

The paling fence is significant as the term ‘pale’ came to mean the area enclosed by such a fence and later just figuratively ‘the area that is enclosed and safe’. So to be ‘beyond the pale’ was to be outside the area accepted as ‘home’.” 

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/beyond-the-pale.html

Double Sonnet – Type 3
This poet chose to double the octave and Sestet of a Petrachan Sonnet

Blueberry Riverside
by Penelope Allen writing as PenAllen

Blueberry Riverside

I always ride along the survey roads
that neatly notches backwood’s horizon.
I’ll follow trails where moccasins would run
on down to peaceful riverside abodes.
It’s there, the raucous magpie’s call explodes
and laughing children’s echoes blot the sun.
Where nations died, a crimson tribe’s undone.
The scattered arrowheads show episodes
of feast and famine before life erodes.
The signs are shattered skulls and bones that stun
until one turns away from less than none.
No fireside stories told in dancer codes
and drums have died to thunderstorm downloads.
My eyes are scratched by dusty devil’s fun
but blackened tracks of tears will dry to dun.
Before I go, I ponder woeful odes.
 
My horse is restless, time of day grows short.
A father’s way becomes the son’s pastime.
My daily crimes are plentiful it’s true.
I kill my share of game for lack of sport.
Today, my taste is dryly caked with grime.
A bitterroot has burst where lilies grew.
The river’s bank has broken, I abort
my plans to ride across to lowly climb.
As dusk descends, my horse is urged anew
to take me up the hill, our last resort.
The ridge is reached, the past has lost its prime.
Who judges me will also judge you too

Picture credit
 https://bcrailfortnelson.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/img_5614sm.jpg

 

 

Turkey’s Delight

Turkey’s delight

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abba ccdd efef gg

My Example

Predication (Turkey’s Delight Sonnet)

The ice descends across our planet’s face,
and then retracts, as it has done before;
We know this from the facts we can explore.
This cycle dates beyond the human race.

Then man, while racing from his own despair,
created cults and science everywhere.
They both were formed to ease our mortal mind,
answering each unknowable we find.

The first I know, some people really hate,
despising high regard for fables, yet
they credit scientists who validate
some notions, and find others just all wet.

But, I ask, begrudgingly, with sorrow,
how do they miscall the rain tomorrow?

© Lawrencealot – April 2, 2015

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Turkeys Delight Sonnet

 

Teacher-Pupil Equation

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: aaaa aaaa bbbb bb

My example

Unnovation (Pupil-Teacher Equation)

I have to tell you studious girls and guys,
it helps to have a teacher who is wise,
a poet who is able to apprise
a novice what he ought not to surmise.

A knowing reader won’t then criticize
where other poets try to improvise.
But in contests, it might just be unwise
to dress your meter down with much disguise.

A hypermetric foot fulfills a role;
for fem’nine rhyme it’s something I extol
but if just breaking flow’s your only goal
re-think that tactic, poet, I cajole.

Don’t diddle with what some of us extol.
for meter serves a poem and gives it soul.

© Lawrencealot – April 1, 2015

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Pupil-Teacher Equation

Spenserian Forte

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abab bcbc cdcd dd
which is different from the Spenserian Sonnet which is
abab bcbc cdcd ee

My Example

An Idea’s Time to Die (Spenserian Forte)

The mathematician told me it was true
That infinity packs a awesome punch.
An infinite number string, in his view
will somewhere hold another similar bunch
that’s infinite as well. Does that suit you?
Not me, it don’t; it’s counter to good sense.
They made the rules; not every rule is true.
It fit Big-bang; they’ve used it ever since.
That theory’s bogus; things are getting tense,
with singularities in disarray.
With math’s infinity we may dispense.
New rules, made by bright fools fail every day.
We don’t know everything, and that’s okay,
but vested interests oft get in the way.

© Lawrencealot – March 22, 2015

How fortuitous then, that I should today come across this article excerpted from John Brockman’s book “This Idea Must Die”.
Personally it validates my belief for which I have or need no proof.  Socially, it holds out hope that physicist and cosmologists may break away from the tyranny of mathematics.

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/crux/2015/02/20/infinity-ruining-physics/#.VQ9C047F9qX
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Spenserian Forte