Year/Job
Sixth year
What — most choice of dreams I choose to chatter, what dreamed me in middest night... |
Quarter veela
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Post by Florence Sang on Oct 21, 2021 4:09:08 GMT
"The villanelle is a highly structured poem made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain, with two repeating rhymes and two refrains."
blood, brick (thick, quick, wick, pick, angelic, sick), bath (path, sociopath, wrath), bright (flight, might, spite, bite, blight, delight), death, write, "it's nothing mistress, just go lie down," (sundown, gown, drown, crown), starve, hunger, maid, bathory, wall (pall)
in bathory is a wall of brick behind which elizabeth of brutal renown— she hungers for maids angelic
elizabeth of bathory once knew delight she bathed in blood under candlelight
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elizabeth once knew delight after removing her heavy gown she bathed in blood in candlelight
she chose her maids in daylight bright plucked them from her town— elizabeth once knew delight
six hundred maidens she did bite and drain and drink and drown— she bathed in blood in candlelight
she knew in her bones that this was right but before long, word got around— elizabeth once knew delight
the villagers found in numbers might brick by brick, they kept her bound— because she bathed in blood in candlelight
the butler said, knowing her end was nigh, "it's nothing mistress, just go lie down"— elizabeth once knew delight she bathed in blood in candlelight
------- notes: hate the slant rhymes. must choose a different B.
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Year/Job
Sixth year
What — most choice of dreams I choose to chatter, what dreamed me in middest night... |
Quarter veela
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Post by Florence Sang on Nov 6, 2021 22:15:46 GMT
Jake, Matteo, Liz, etc have all been pressuring me to go to a Quidditch game. I went. It was fine. I got bored during the middle bit so I wrote this (I was obviously hoping to manifest something).
pindaric ode, triadic structure, every fourth line shorter strophe: the game begins, the seeker loses the snitch and searches for it (ABBA) antistrophe: the seeker’s attention to the snitch causes him to be Bludgered (CCDD) epode: the snitch is caught/victory (EFFE)
Ode to the Golden Snitch
Unmoving metal jolted and began to stir— The Golden Snitch disappeared into the sky. The Golden Snitch that was to be my prize— I listen for its whir.
Unmoved by cheers or taunts from the stands— I dreamt of delicate gold trapped in my hand. A Bludger struck me in the head— I ignored it though I bled.
At long last my purpose called to me— I hunted it down, I dove down the pitch— The crowd roared but I sensed only the Snitch. In my hand—Victory.
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