I’m sitting high up in a tree.
Oh pity me.
In branches wide
I cannot hide.
My vertigo has trapped me here.
I’m full of fear,
and not resigned
within my mind.
Descent would be too perilous.
I know, That’s true.
You would be too!
© Marilyn Brindley
Tess at The Mag gave us the prompt picture and I had fun using a form that's new to me, The Minute. It's a recent form invented by an American, Verna Lee Hine Gardner and based on the number of seconds in a minute.
- The syllables are spread over twelve lines: 8 in the first, fifth and ninth lines and 4 syllables in all the other lines.
- It's written in iambic rhythm (di-dum)
- it is punctuated as prose, in that capital letters only appear after full stops and not necessarily at the beginning of lines.
- It rhymes in couplets a,a, b,b ,c,c, d,d, e,e, f,f.
(from 'The Poet's Craft' by Sandy Brownjohn.
Try it and see what you come up with; I'm definitely going to use this again.
The image is by Jeanie Tomanek