Surreality

 http://dversepoets.com/  are surreal in their latest prompt, not my cup of tea at all.  Then, when I read Brenda’s wordle words,  http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ became more of a possibility.  The tin lid was put on my surrealism when I read of a Welsh form at  http://carolspoetrypassion.blogspot.com/ in my blogroll and I persuaded myself, much against my will to have a go, kill three prompts with one bizarre poem.

The Clogyrnach, an ancient Welsh form,  contains thirty-two syllables in a six-line stanza. The first two lines have eight syllables each; the second two, five; the third two, three. The last two lines may be written as a single, six-syllable line. There are only two rhymes per stanza, and there can be any number of stanzas.

Technically, it looks like this:

x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x a
x x x x b
x x x x b
x x b
x x a

The Wordle words are:  swept, torments, rusty, prophets, morning, crawling, cement, sun, tender, scars, notes, walk.  I used them all in one form or another, but haven’t succeeded in making any sense.  I think this is the first time I have used three prompts in one go.  Never again!

Surreality

The prophets of doom torment,
leaving their scars in wet cement
when they have crawled past
we notice at last,
walk fast
all spent.

In the warmth of the morning sun
relive memories one by one,
tenderly rehearse
them and intersperse
perverse
good  fun.

Making notes about history
remembering each victory
sweep away sadness
and rusty badness
madness,
glory.