Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Playing with Alliterative Meter enables one to use alliteration more effectively in the iambic pentameter line, as in the following. Some people might think it is too much. Wimps!
The Marriage Supper of the Lamb:
Let sound the sackbuts, come, cornettoes, call
The folk to feast and joyous revelry.
Already lute and lyre fill the hall
With sweetest sound of merry minstrelsy.
The Lord beneath his royal canopy
Himself shall sit as host, for he abounds
In kingly kindliness and courtesy.
Hold back for no unworthiness! He frowns
On base ingratitude, but loves the sounds
Of Joy unearned, unearnable, delights
To honor those who come. The call resounds,
For one last moment echoes in the heights.
Surely you’re coming with us? Do not doubt!
The door that closes shuts forever out.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD