Saving Christmas (sestina) (HM)

by - Mr. Darcy   Dec 13, 2016


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Saving Christmas
(sestina)

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It was a late night and the moon shone bright,
Stretching shadows across the snow.
Leaves spun, whilst some did run,
Creating a magical mystical sight.
Then a sound like a bus crashed this Christmas,
Causing an exit of toes from a bed...

And along the hall to their parent's bed,
They grabbed fists of mum's nightie, all eyes bright.
"Mummy, daddy, is it alright; is it Christmas,
'because leaves have landed on the snow?
"Come quickly", they pulled, "look at the sight,
"Come quicker" they urged, "mum and dad, run!"

Outside, hand in hand the family did run
Into the small garden, near the flower bed.
They all stood and looked at the sight;
A scattering of leaves on a rug so bright.
"Why are they there?" they chorused in the snow.
"Surely the leaves should be gone by Christmas?"

Dad looked miffed, for he knew this feeling, Christmas,
But, being torn from his bed caused his temper to run.
"I don't really care, this just isn't fun, there's snow
And there's..., I don't care, he peeved, back to your bed!
Mum took the children's hands, her face all bright.
They looked up at her... past her, up at a curious sight.

Little fingers pointed up at a red and white sight
In a tree, a bed had presented, like Christmas
In the branches, a Santa, not looking too bright.
His sleigh just hovered, and dad said, "children, run"
We best rescue Santa from up in his tree-bed.
So, off to the garage through the deep snow...

They raced back through the tumbling snow
With a ladder to a sorry red and white sight.
Dad climbed up to check Santa in his bed,
Mum followed with some food for Christmas.
The kindness made Santa well, so he did run,
Saying, as he flew, "May your Christmas be bright!"

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Together through the snow, they saved Santa this Christmas
His fall from the sleigh, a sight, but a family's love did run,
Rescuing a man from a tree-bed and making Christmas bright.

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michael
2016

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Sestina:

The sestina is a strict ordered form of poetry, dating back to twelfth century French troubadours. It consists of six six-line (sestets) stanzas followed by a three-line envoy. Rather than use a rhyme scheme, the six ending words of the first stanza are repeated as the ending words of the other five stanzas in a set pattern. The envoy uses two of the ending words per line, again in a set pattern.

First stanza, ..1 ..2 ..3 ..4 ..5 ..6
Second stanza, ..6 ..1 ..5 .. 2 ..4 ..3
Third stanza, ..3 ..6 ..4 ..1 ..2 ..5
Fourth stanza, ..5 ..3 ..2 ..6 ..1 ..4
Fifth stanza, ..4 ..5 ..1 ..3 ..6 ..2
Sixth stanza, ..2 ..4 ..6 ..5 ..3 ..1

Concluding tercet:
middle of first line ..2, end of first line ..5
middle of second line ..4, end of second line..3
middle if third line ..6, end of third line ..1

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Latest Comments

  • 11 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    I've never tried writing a Sestina before for it looked complicated to me; but after reading this it makes me want to try. This poem has a nice flow and rhythm to it with all the spirit of Christmas mixed into each line. Nicely written and congrats on the HM.

  • 11 months ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Michael,

    Your poetry never ceases to amaze me, I have to say I love this, all the usual blah blahs word choice and structure etc but I love the depth you've written in and the imagery ot throws up.

    I've never hear of this form before...and usually when I find one I jump right on the bandwagon and start a scribbling.....this looks tricky as hell..... Might leave this one for a time when.my brain will allow me to play lol

    Ben

  • 11 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Mr Darcy! Michael.. What a lovely new style! I must get to trying this one! :)
    I think you have done a fabulous job and what a lovely piece it is indeed!

    Well done :)

    • 11 months ago

      by - Mr. Darcy

      Thanks for your vote of confidence. Lol. The form is a very old one, but my first attempt. I messes up, but thankfully Lucero helped. It's more a story than a poem, ideally it would have been a clever poem with all the fixings, but the form is tricky to say the least. Still, the next one might be a little easier. Practice makes perfect, or so they say! Lol

      Thanks for reading, it means a lot. X

  • 11 months ago

    by Brenda

    Michael, what a delightful write! Entertaining throughout. Totally neat style. I have never heard of this before, very cool. That's one of the things (one of many) that I like about you, introducing different styles. Always something new-well done-

  • 11 months ago

    by Everlasting

    Ah, there's an error.

    on the fifth stanza:

    Dad looked miffed, for he knew this feeling, Christmas,
    But, being torn from his bed caused his temper to run.
    "I don't really care, this just isn't fun, there's snow
    And there's..., I don't care, he peeved, back to your bed!
    Mum took the children's hands, her face all bright.
    They looked up at her... past her, up at a curious sight.

    Little fingers pointed up into a sky full of snow <<-- this one should have had "sight"
    And high up in a tree, there indeed was a sight.
    They all looked up, in the tree that was now a bed;
    Bed for a person... a Santa, he'd fallen this Christmas,
    down from his sleigh. "Quick children we need to run!"
    Santa groaned, as he awoke, not feeling too bright.

    the fifth stanza should have the ending words like

    sight
    Christmas
    bright
    run
    bed
    snow

    and the sixth one:

    snow
    sight
    bed
    Christmas
    run
    bright

    the others are good.

    • 11 months ago

      by - Mr. Darcy

      Thanks, Lucero. Changes made.