The prompt today was called “Return to Spoon River,” after Edgar Lee Masters’ eminently creepy 1915 book Spoon River Anthology. The book consists of well over 100 poetic monologues, each spoken by a person buried in the cemetery of the fictional town of Spoon River, Illinois.
I was challenged to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write my own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.
Just because I am trying to stretch myself with form, I decided to try my hand at the rubaiyat which is a poem comprised of quatrains following an aaba rhyme pattern.
Each successive quatrain picks up the unrhymed line as the rhyme for that stanza. So a three-stanza rubaiyat might rhyme so: aaba/bbcb/ccdc. Sometimes the final stanza, rhymes all four lines. The lines are usually tetrameter and pentameter.
Here is the short story of the short life of Aiden McCray told in his own words.
***PSA – In the spirit of “Return to Spoon River”, this monologue poem is entirely fictitious.
My face was framed with auburn curls
that dipped and turned in tight tipped whorls.
Shunned was I at school and at play,
ruthlessly teased by village churls.
When I grew up I moved away,
Bought myself a darling chalet
Far away from modernity
I found my peace in old Bombay—
the joys of sweet fraternity.
With wit of cool acerbity
I managed all my fiercest foes.
Then one day eternity
would catch me in tranquil repose.
I died beneath the little rose
that grew behind the bungalows
under the place where lichen grows.
-- A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
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