For the Ronovan decima challenge No.40: FLOAT is the prompt word on the B rhyme line.
Abridged At Cowes, upon the Isle of Wight, a floating bridge appears to float across the river like a boat. It's a quaint and curious sight, Medina crossed both day and night, a bridge that gets it's trousers soaked, it's elevation now revoked. Reduced to ploughing through the spray to carry cars along their way, how was Saint Benezet provoked?
A contribution to Ronovan’s decima challenge number thirty something with the tricky prompt word Contrast on the A rhyme line. Difficult, metrically, I found.
The Dream
It's time to get down on a fast,
eschew all the sins and the treats,
abandon the cakes and the sweets,
slim down, in a dazzling contrast
to the calorific repast
you dulged in for year upon year
swilled down with those gallons of beer.
Break out that old exercise bike,
swim, run and jump, go on a hike,
reducing the scope of your rear...
Chel Owens latest Challenge is for a Limerick form with the theme of “Resolutions”. She wants them to be funny but not too filthy. That’s a challenge in itself! Here’s my attempt…..
The trouble with trying to be humorous
is that senses of wit are quite numerous.
This nonsense solution,
with a rhymed resolution,
is a punchline that stays unassumerous.
A contribution to Ronovan’s decima challenge 38, with Bash as the prompt word on rhyme line D.
Abashed We often find ourselves ashamed knowing we're members of a race that barely shows a human face, our consciousness twisted and maimed. Uneulogised, unknown, unnamed, the heroes of our human kin retain this knowledge in their skin; the reddening of cheeks abashed, confounded dreams and ideals dashed, condemned to darkness held within.
Here’s my offering for the Ronovan Decima Challenge 36 with the prompt word Gift on the B rhyme line:
A Gift The shortest day is coming near, we smile, receive it as a gift. The solstice cuts ourselves adrift from every other time of year. It's like the tumbling of a weir; the waters wash our pasts away, we're cleansed by bathing in a ray of the darkling sun, hearts aglow. A newborn year will soon bestow a deeply vibrant Cabernet.
Here’s another try at the Ronovan decima challenge with Knock being the prompt word on rhyme line A.
The Dressmaker He gently lifted up the frock, the fabric was so light, so sheer. It hung there on a hanger near the rest of his redundant stock. The bailiff came, gave just one knock; he slowly reached out for his gun, knew he was not the only one to suffer economic woes. His finger twitched, the barrel blows, the dresses fluttered, half undone.
