Three RICTAMETERS
A Rictameter is a fixed-syllabic poetry form, similar to the Haiku and the Cinquain ( Click here See my own cinquain in an earlier blog. ). The rictameter starts with a two-syllable word as the first line. Then the line length in syllables is consecutively increased by two, i.e. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10. Then down again, from 8, 6, 4, 2. The final of the 9 lines is required to be the same two syllable word as in the opening line.
The format was created in the early 1990s by two cousins, Jason Wilkins and Richard Lunsford, for a poetry contest that was held as a weekly practice of their self-invented order, ‘The Brotherhood of the Amarantos Mystery’, which was apparently inspired by the Robin Williams film ‘Dead Poet’s Society’.
I have attempted three versions of this format below . . .
EASTER
Absolve
The human race
Release them from their sins
Forgive them their indiscretions
Instead torment me on that cruel cross
That I might thus remind them all
That God our father loves
And all our sins
Absolves.
LOVE
Love hurts
It burns the soul
From lust to jealousy
It does not let up from that pain
So put alongside with its times of bliss
The memories of anguished dread
When all seemed to be dead
All reason says
Love hurts.
CRICKET
Cricket
Keep a straight bat
All that they throw at you
Face up to it with fortitude
Don’t be average be an all-rounder
And when it’s time to pull up stumps
Try to carry your bat
Don’t declare, that’s
Cricket.
Well done. I have never attempted the Rictameter format. Thank you for your explanation and excellent poems.
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Thank you, Eugenia. I wish you a happy Easter weekend.
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Thanks for the introduction to the form Roland and three worthy examples. Carrying the bat, that brought back some memories. Have a good Easter break.
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Thanks, Davy. Hope you have a good weekend yourself.
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Love the cricketing image: but the game sure ain’t what it used to be “Oh my Hornby and my Barlow long ago.” Not to mention my Graveney and my Barrington and my Lock and my Laker and my Fiery Fred …
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Yes, indeed, Roger. For this Yorkshireman it was Hutton, Illingworth, Truman, Boycott – and now it’s Trott, but, as you point out, we’re in a different world now. Don’t think they play now by rolling a hexagonal sided pencil!
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I tried doing that the other day! It was fun: howzat where the 5 should have been. Not many dot balls in that game. I used the alphabet and book reading too.
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Sheer poetry!
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great examples in all 3 of the Rictameter Verse! Well done!
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Glad you approved, Linda.
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