Well today is one of those memorable days for the calendar. It is the tail end of Samhain when the membrane between the living and those who have passed over is believed to be at its most permeable. From this tradition followed the Christian “All souls day” and a contemplation of the dead, which in Mexico and other countries is marked by feast and festivity for departed relatives.
Thus it is a rich source of poetry too and here is that most notable poet, W.B. Yeats with his “All Souls Night” recalling several dead friends:-
“…Horton’s the first I call. He loved strange thought
And knew that sweet extremity of pride
That’s called platonic love,
And that to such a pitch of passion wrought
Nothing could bring him, when his lady died,
Anodyne for his love.
Words were but wasted breath;
One dear hope had he:
The inclemency
Of that or the next winter would be death.
Two thoughts were so mixed up I could not tell
Whether of her or God he thought the most,
….” [more]
Whilst Frances Bellerby recalls an unnamed someone on “All Souls Day” and in so doing brings the character back to life in this extract:-
“Let’s go our old way
by the stream, and kick the leaves
as we always did, to make
the rhythm of breaking waves…
Yellow of Brimstone Butterfly,
brown of Oak Eggar Moth –
you’d say. And I’d be wondering why
a summer never seems lost
if two have been together
witnessing the variousness of light,
and the same two in lustreless November
enter the year’s night…
Ah, but you were always leaf-light.
And you so seldom talk
as we go. But there at my side
through the bright leaves you walk.
And yet – touch my hand
that I may be quite without fear,
for it seems as if a mist descends,
and the leaves where you walk do not stir.” [more]
And so a most fitting poetry style for our prompt today is to write an Elegy. That term has been extended and de particularized to many poems of lamentable regret but we will be writing in the particular about:
Topic:
- someone close to you
- someone vaguely known e.g a neighbour
- someone totally unknown except through deeds or writings eg a dead poet perhaps like the recently deceased Louise Gluck
- a group of people (eg as in Gray’s “Elegy written in a country churchyard”)
Form: Must include these three elements, ordered thus:
- lament –expressing grief and sorrow
- praise – admiration of the deceased
- consolation and solace
It can be written as 3 distinct sections/stanzas or melded together but keeping the order above
Style: The elegy can be written in any metre the poet chooses.
Those of you who prefer more stricture and guidance might like to try the Elegiac metre
- rhyming coupleted lines (AA;BB;CC etc though not separated into couplets)
- written in dactylic hexameter and pentameter
Glossary: see dactylic hexameter [6 feet of dum-de-de] ; pentameter (5 feet of dum-de)
Useful Links: see MTB: The Elegy – dVerse 2nd June 2016
So once you have posted your poem according to the topic’s guidelines above, do add it to Mr Linky below then go visiting and reading other contributors as that is half the fun of our dVerse gatherings.
Good evening poets! I expect you’re wondering why I’m greeting you. Well, Laura had to go somewhere unexpectedly and might not be back in time, So I have opened the bar today and am looking forward to reading your elegies. I might be a bit distracted for a while as a washer dryer has just been delivered and is currently being installed. Keeping me on my toes. Help yourselves to drink and snacks.
Hello…. it feels so strange to open the bar one hour earlier, but I think we will soon be in sync again. I managed to get one written and will grab some snacks while I walk around the poetry trail.
Good evening and thank you Kim for hosting in my place – I cannot add my link to Mr Linky so please would someone add this for me
Laura Bloomsbury
Hope to be back in touch sometime xx
Done!
Many thanks – am in and out so will leave the hosting to you Kim and catch up later tomorrow x
No problem, Laura. x
Nice prompt! I’m in a hurry because my plane is about to take off, so maybe just some peanuts?
Great prompt! I’m in a hurry because my plane is about to take off, so maybe just some peanuts?
Not as per the prompt, nor written by me …. but I thought appropriate anyway….
Just give me one last kiss
this jewel is a roughened friend of mine
I suppose we all have to go sometime
Christ abandoned in the wilderness
could have blessed himself
and been done with it
not you or me
we’re stuck here in this mindless eternity
On all fools day
we can all join together
On all fools day
we can join the celebration
On all fools day
So when the day comes
when there is no tomorrow
crashing dreams like sleep
you can’t rise from your pillow
and the blinding light
might destroy your sorrow
empires falling down
like a rain from heaven
So on this lazy afternoon
while the sun is still shining
raise a glass of wine
and let others decide
On all fools day
Thanks for hosting, Laura! Will be back soon to hit the poetry trail.
My offering is simple, but some things just are.
Great prompt Laura. Thank you for hosting. This that I offer, is genuine tears and joy from the depth of my heart. ✌🏼❤️
Thank you for the wonderful prompt, Laura. Tried to comment earlier and it wouldn’t let me. Glad it does now.
Thank you Laura. Quite the prompt. Elegies are difficult at best. But a great way to challenge the old writing chops. How about a large pour of merlot this evening … planning on a slow, slow, slow sip.
Thanks Laura. Always good to remember our dead. (K)
Thank you for hosting, Laura. 🙂
Thank you for this prompt, Laura. 💗
Here’s my response:
Please may I order a G & T at the bar?
Good afternoon, Poets! Thank you for this challenging and inpiring prompt, Laura! Better late than never, amiright? 😉
Belated thanks for all your elegies and to Kim for hosting in my place but I was out and about without internet interspersed with train travel dramas after recent storm and floods – I will try and do the rounds tomorrow