Wales, won.

This is based off the midieval Welsh englyn poem style. It's a pathetic attempt in English...but, oh well. Englyn is very complex in its rules, and thus very hard to do, especially in English.

Wales, Won.

 

The Sun rises, it is done, not in time,
Rhyme the verse, their curse: none,
Rain pours, easing pain for one;
The storm lifts, a torn land won.

 

Darfod.

Reviews

[spence]

Well.... I looked up the Englyn, cos I've never heard of it before, and this is exactly to form by my reckoning. It's 30 syllables in all, Line 1= 10, line 2 = 6, lines 3 &4 = 7 & 7), the sixth syllable of the first line announces the rhyme for the other three lines, but the tenth syllable of the first line doesn't rhyme at all!?!?!
I commend your effort sir and the subject matter seems to be either about victory in some kind of struggle or war or perhaps an account of a sporting event, it's probably obvious that football and rugby crossed my mind, in which wales won. Nice ly done anyway...I really enjoyed this, take care, spence

[Shade Teller]

Good job friend.

[The Water Queen]

still catches my breathe when i read your poems.