This week the challenge was to write in the poetry form, rictameter. It is a 9-line poem with a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 in which the first and last lines are the same.
Since today is Friday the 13th, our third one this year, I wrote a rictameter in its honor.
thirteen
unlucky number
Friday the thirteenth scares
a vast population
who avoid black cats and walking on cracks
six years before it comes
around again
thirteen
I also discovered some great big long words meaning the fear of Friday the 13th:
paraskavedekatriaphobia
friggatriskaidekaphobia
Friday the 13th will not occur again until 2015. Greg is hosting Poetry Friday at Gottabook. Tricia posted other rictameter poems here. I have a review of a poetry, nonfiction and photography book at Check It Out.
4 responses so far ↓
Portey Friday: Where Else in the Wild? « Check It Out // November 13, 2009 at 3:32 pm |
[...] Greg at Gottabook is hosting his first ever Poetry Friday. Thank, Greg! I have an orignal poem for the Poetry Stretch at Deowriter. [...]
annie // November 13, 2009 at 4:51 pm |
Such days usually go right past me unnoticed, Jone. Not today. I have a dreaded phone call to make Sunday after 5 p.m. for U. S. District Court jury appearance. Perhaps this will be the beginning of my LUCKY day and will spill over into Sunday evening.
Mary Lee Hahn // November 13, 2009 at 11:09 pm |
Wow! You just about couldn’t use either of those phobia words for ONE LINE of your rictameter! There’s some major syllabification for ya’!!
Andromeda Jazmon // November 14, 2009 at 11:01 pm |
Not until 2015? Really? I am surprised to hear that. You’ve put a lot of research into this post! I need to know how to pronounce those great words. I like how your poem points out that the fear greatly outweighs the days themselves.