Well here we are, month twelve of my personal poetic challenge and I’mma gonna spoil ya! Now in the past I’ve scribed Festive Stress and Festive Peace but there are thirty other days in this closing month than that one.
So let’s begin with something jolly. Remember the Clerihue? The whimsical ditty style, I wrote some apocryphal ones for May.
Said Santa Claus
"I need some new draws
I'll look a buffoon
Mooning the Moon"
Right then, next a haiku, the style that runs on syllables, the strict three lines 5-7-5 pattern
December arrives
Another year draws to close
we made it, almost
Finally (for now) a Tanaga, another syllable poem, but this time the pattern is four lines each of seven syllables that also rhyme.
Dickens made December white
In his tales of woe and plight
Many a dark night frighted
and cherub face delighted
You know what, as I was searching for the links to those festive poems, scrolling through the tag I’ve penned quite a few poems and some of them ain’t too horrid. According to Wiki a Bard is “In Celtic cultures, a bard is a professional story teller, verse-maker, music composer, oral historian and genealogist, employed by a patron (such as a monarch or chieftain) to commemorate one or more of the patron’s ancestors and to praise the patron’s own activities.” But I think I’ve a ways to go yet, lol.