An Etheree is a 10-line poem in which each line follows a syllable count that matches the line number. For example, the first line has one syllable, the second has two, etc. The poem is unrhymed but has rhythm, meaning, imagery, and sometimes an underlying second meaning.23 May 2017.’
The etheree can take a variety of different forms, but for this, my first attempt, I have kept things simple (if that is the correct word for a tricky exercise) and hopefully straightforward.
My third experiment with the poetic form – The CHERITA . . .
‘Cherita’ is the Malay word for story or tale. A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be written solo or with up to three partners. (See the website at: https://www.thecherita.com for further information).
Rhyming is not required, but here is a version which does include rhyme . . .
I walked along the towpath
Observing each boat as I passed Until I reached the very last.
A strange name it had Some may think it sad But no, it made me glad.
Following the sad and sudden passing away last week of my beloved wife, Judith, I shall not be publishing any of my planned observations, poetic thoughts, or photographic records during the coming week.
I apologise also if my viewing of and comments on the postings of those who I follow and who follow ‘Roland’s Ragbag’ will also, regrettably, be limited.
I posted Wordsworth’s poem ‘She dwelt among the untrodden ways’ on the 1st August 2016. Wordsworth’s ‘Lucy’ poems are laden with wistfulness and melancholy, but the simplicity and delicacy of their language, and the directness and aptness of their rhyme, have always touched me with their beauty and tenderness. Below I print another of these short poems from the ‘Lucy’ series, usually known by their first line … ‘A Slumber did my Spirit Seal’
Burne-Jones … ‘Sleeping Beauty’
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.