POEMBER NOVEMBER
A Moon Lit Forest Feeling Mightily Magnetic
A Clogyrnach

Walking outside this dark cold night. Looking up, the stars shine so bright. When something pulls me I try to break free. Then I see a fine sight.
A moon so white I stare in awe. I have this theory with a flaw. I can’t envision what a decision collision with facts draw.
It hides behind the forest edge and something’s calling, I allege. My brain rejects fear. The forest is near. Grab my gear as I pledge.
I tell myself, don’t be crazy. I could stay here and be lazy. I think the moon knows. Reality shows. Fear sure grows. Thoughts hazy.
Hop back in the muck I came from. Splash and swim while life decays some. I hear and then stare at water’s bright glare. I’m aware. Yet, how come?
Squeaks and croaks echo far across marsh land with rotted stumps of moss. Moonlight reflecting. Surely directing. Effecting quiet loss.
Written in response to the Paper Poetry prompt for the month of November, ‘Poember November’.
A Clogyrnach is a Welsh poetic form. Each stanza has 6 lines and 32 syllables with a rhyme scheme of aabbba. The first two lines have eight syllables each with end rhyme a. Lines three and four have five syllables each with end rhyme b. Line five has three syllables with end rhyme b. Line six has three syllables with end rhyme a. Lines five and six may be combined with rhyme b on the third syllable and rhyme a on the sixth and final syllable.
It can be written with any number of stanzas.
Anyone who would like to participate in the prompt and write a rhyming poem of almost any sort will find more information in Carolyn Hastings piece below…
It contains wonderful twittles on the poetic form’s two year anniversary and contains the prompt instructions, all at once! Her piece is definitely worth the read…






