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The Patients go Barefoot (Sestina)

  • 17-05-2007 8:17pm
    #1
    Closed Accounts Posts: 372 ✭✭


    This is a poetic form I love reading so I decided to take a swing at writing one. It was tough. Here's what I wound up with:

    On the far side of the moon there is an asylum
    In the sea of absurdity and madness
    There is a cacophony of lunatics
    The craters and boulders echo
    As insanity screams
    The patients dance around barefoot.

    Insanity is always barefoot
    There are no shoes in the moon-rock asylum
    Which results in occasional screams
    When one of the lunatics
    Gashes a bloody echo
    Into a soft sole of madness.

    The universe stretches out from the lunatics
    They gaze wide-eyed and barefoot
    Their banished calls echo
    From the lonely asylum
    Only the stars hear their madness
    As eternity swallows their screams.

    The lunar wilderness is full of screams
    As they burn the throats of the lunatics
    Burning with every possible kind of madness
    Joy, misery, fury, all barefoot
    Fly around the asylum
    And ecstatically echo.

    But Earth is deaf to the echo
    It turns its back on the screams
    Tries to forget the asylum
    Hates the thought of the lunatics
    Is ashamed to go barefoot
    Yet somehow judges the madness?

    There is liberty in madness
    Songs of freedom echo
    They dare to run barefoot
    To release mind-racking screams
    Let us bow to the lunatics
    In their hallowed asylum.

    Worlds twirl round the asylum, in a rhythmic madness
    The lunatics dance and in space there’s an echo
    Of euphoric screams, the patients go barefoot.


Comments

  • Closed Accounts Posts: 408 ✭✭shiv


    Hiya Outcast, I like what you wound up with. :) What do you mean by 'a poetic form' you love reading? Just curious.

    The title's pretty cool. And the subject matter appeals to me.
    Well done :)
    Here's what moved me most:


    There is a cacophony of lunatics

    Insanity is always barefoot
    There are no shoes in the moon-rock asylum

    Only the stars hear their madness

    Worlds twirl round the asylum, in a rhythmic madness
    The lunatics dance and in space there’s an echo

    Think you could lose the last line...


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 16,658 ✭✭✭✭Peyton Manning


    I think this was an excellent attempt at a sestina. Very well done!

    Only one slight criticism though, my understanding of a Sestina is that it shouldnt be obvious that it is a Sestina if you didnt know that it was one. Some of the lines looked a tiny bit forced, and I know, how can you not force a Sestina? Few people can master the Sestina form (i.e. Elizabeth Bishop) but i would deffinately give this 8 marks out of 10. Well done.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 372 ✭✭Outcast


    Thanks, I know some/a lot of it sounds forced but I wanted to try the form and I suppose my first attempt was never going to flow as well as I wanted it to. I'm happy-ish with it though.

    It was Bishop's sestina that inspired it by the way!


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