Dear lord. Write a what today? I had rather a busy day, wasn't around the computer much, went to hear Naomi Klein talk about climate change over at the Brilliant Cultural Centre tonight, and now it's 11PM and, well, here I am!
Today we are being asked, and nicely, I might add, for in the event we do not wish to play with the prompt we can write any darned thing we choose, to write a poem using "Sapphics". These, and here I quote the NaPoWriMo site, are "quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee."
Sounds like something you might encounter on a dinosaur hunt, doesn't it? Well, here goes, and it's going to have one stanza:
First Consideration of a Sapphic Poem
Why oh why oh why must I try to write when
all the words I find in this churned up word soup
won't be caught, or, certainly not by one so
ignorant as I.