|Bouquet Today by Jason Baskin|
So I wrote this little Tyburn* with this lovely woman in mind.
Not Going Anywhere Soon
I am praying on staying around
greying and playing; standing my ground
Inspired by Allison Joseph's prompt, "Home is where the ________is," Judi Korpi Webb penned a tight Tyburn that fills in the blanks and makes her home sound as warm as a crackling fire in the hearth:
Home is where the laughter is
Family cackling and laughing now
Bonding while giggling and roaring loud
*What is a Tyburn, you ask? It's a nugget of a poem. A concise encapsulation of an idea or moment. It's a simple six-line poem in which the first four lines consist of simple two-syllable words that rhyme. The last two lines rhyme and are nine syllables each. They incorporate the words from the first four lines. It is standard to incorporate those words in the fifth to eighth syllables of the last two lines, but Judi and I took liberties, because sometimes rules are meant to be broken.
*Do you have a poem about marking time? Or one about savoring the moment? How about a Tyburn? How about you share it?