Show Me Your Form  May 30, 2009 - June 15, 2009

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Perfect Form - Loved it - Midnight Sky~Villanelle
Great Form - Liked it - I Hate The Witches
Nice Form - Liked it - [writing deleted]
First Runner Up - [writing deleted]
Second Runner Up - [writing deleted]
Third Runner Up - Knock, Knocking Comes No King

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I want to see what you've got. I want you to write a villanelle. Now if you are asking me what the hell that is, then I have you covered.
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This French syllabic form has no set number of syllables per line; common choices seem to be between eight and eleven. (English versions of the villanelle sometimes appear in accentual syllabics, featuring a perennial favorite, iambic pentameter.) The villanelle carries a pattern of only two rhymes, and is marked most distinctively by its alternating refrain, which appears initially in the first and third lines of the opening tercet. In all, it comprises five tercets and a concluding quatrain. Before the villanelle was made literary by the French in the late 1500s, it existed as a villanella, "an old Italian folk song with an accompanying dance."--from Handbook of Poetic Forms, ed. by Ron Padgett.

So in brief, a villanelle's form would be like this:
A1
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1
A2

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For your pleasure and to assist I hope, I have included here a villanelle of my very own.

Ice and Fire
By Erotic Goddess

Shes queen of your heart, yet cold as ice
Her eyes like dark flame burn in the night
The fire in her soul burns bright to entice

She likes to pretend, for a moment play nice
Then a twist of her hips designed to excite
Shes queen of your heart, yet cold as ice

Her mood swings madly like the toss of a dice
In her care your candle will burn ever so bright
The fire in her soul burns bright to entice

Youll never control her, she has no price
Shell take you to such a wondrous height
Shes queen of your heart, yet cold as ice

Her fingers grip your hand once, twice
You give in easily, there was never a fight
The fire in her soul burns bright to entice

The moments shell share never suffice
In dreams of her there will be only delight
Shes queen of your heart, yet cold as ice
The fire in her soul burns bright to entice
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So please, write something for me, I want poems about lovers, they can be erotic or romantic or angry, but I want them to be about lovers....young or old, men or women, married or not...you choose, but show me your form!

Prizes

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Moderator

Erotic Goddess
Erotic Goddess
Erotic Dreams, MN

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Created May 30, 2009