She’s coming fast and hard with vengeful spite:
You’d better ready yourself now
As she prepares to sweep
The beaches bare,
Her eye
Will spy
Most anywhere
The rapey, killy creep
Who dares to scare her brood – and blow,
This mother will, with ever-loving might!
Eye see what you did there.
It’s a new form I’ve invented – the procella – a sort of meteorological Clerihew:
A chiastic decima within which the iambic lines contract and then enlarge: 5 beats, 4 beats, 3, beats, 2 beats, etc.
The theme is most often praise with any or all of the classic elements of an encomium:
I. Origin and Birth
A. Origin
– race
– country
– ancestors
– parents
B. Birth
– phenomena at birth
(stars, visions, etc.)
– family
II. Nurture and Training
A. Education
– teachers
– arts, skills
– laws
III. Accomplishments and Deeds
A. Deeds of the Body
– beauty
– strength
– agility
– might
– health
B. Deeds of the Soul
– justice
– wisdom
– temperance
– manliness
– piety
C. Deeds of Fortune
– power
– wealth
– friends
– children: number & beauty of
– fame, fortune
– length of life
– happy death
IV. Comparison
JOB
Oh, it’s on.
I noticed that too and was thinking of posting, but a poem takes the cake. Deadly, that woman. Woe to man, she is woman.
I am so flattered. This makes up for all of the people who have pointed out that mine is actually a man’s name.
That poem is easy on the eyes. And I like rapey killy creep.
And I was no where NEAR the beach this week.
You better not have been.
Pine needles transformed into hurtling missiles of almost certain death…
JOB
I believe you meant “comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines.”