Saturday, February 8, 2014

Following is a little poem from the Chestnut Ridge manuscript. As you will see, it has a comprehensible form. However, the meter shifts; so even though it rhymes, it has an unpredictable music.

I have some questions for you: Does this variable meter make sense? Is it an irritant? If it is an irritant, does the annoyance reinforce, in any way, the subject and theme? Or is it just annoying?


The Scots-Irish Invasion

1717

Dawn Potter

Void of Conscience or the Fear of God,
They squat on any Spot of Land.

O, spare us from these sluttish, heathen Clods,
Who murther both their Words and Fellow-man.


4 comments:

Carlene said...

The meter works; feels hymn-like. Which, I assume, is what you were going for, considering the topic.

Dawn Potter said...

Yes, exactly. But it's a nasty sort of hymn

Carlene said...

Well, so is Onward, Christian Soldiers, really...lol

I like it. Especially the old-style "murther" ...feels just right, adds the voice so I can hear it!

Dawn Potter said...

"Murther" is also interesting to say--the "th" sound completely changes the tone of a phrase.