Rondel; A poem similar to a rondeau, having 13 or 14 lines
with two rhymes throughout. The first and second lines reappear in the middle
and at the end, although sometimes only the first line appears at the end.
They lob no lariat yet snare the dreamer in mid-stare
Where marionette-like circle notes freefall through bluesy
air
And we pull up a chair to hear and feel its jazzy tease
A sax soft hid in maple-green, a trombone borne on breeze
With ease they tickle willow-keyboards, trickled tango-tune
Caught in a lily-draught like diamonds dripping from a spoon
They lob no lariat yet snare the dreamer in mid-stare
Where marionette-like circle-notes freefall through bluesy
air
An orchestral arrangement no mortal can imitate
Of plush, sage-brush percussion, tap-dance on vined
garden-gate
These nameless minstrels play Originals; we pause agape
…and drink a melody of wind and sea-song’s Fred Astaire
Where marionette-like circle-notes freefall through bluesy
air
They lob no lariat, yet snare the dreamer in mid-stare
© Janet Martin
Are you ready for this?! asked my friend as she dropped her boys off in the pouring-rain morning!
Oh, yes, I replied, rain is one of my favorite-weather days!
Rainy-day tunes...
