This is for all of you who have struggled with poetry forms…
I’ll write a sonnet…
I’ll write a sonnet about a haiku
(ironic that, if I say so myself)
or maybe I’ll pen an apt senryu
and leave the cinquain to rot on the shelf.
I’m not really sure which type I should write,
so many species of sonnet there are…
but as they say she’ll be right on the night,
no doubt my brain will be up to full power
by the time the soup and wedges are done.
Haiku are more than a clever wee verse,
a gift from the Land of the Rising Sun,
a haiku must always be rather terse.
This pith of a moment, no more or less,
has taken me fourteen lines, I confess.
• IS&T regular John
Irvine describes himself as “an Old Aged Pensioner in New Zealand
with delusions of immortal failure, a cynical view of life and a
mole under his left arm.”
