A Glosa for You
What is the form and how to use it
I was doing a little cleaning up this weekend when I found that I had some old files that I had not read or even thought of for many years. One of those files was a glosa, a poetic form where each stanza ends with a line taken from another poem or song. I kept to some of the standard rule - eg. ten-line stanzas - and then strayed beautifully to tell a story.
My particular discovery of this file made me reminisce over my time as an undergrad. I wrote this one for a particular creative writing class and chose, not a poem, but a song by Elvis Costello. He recorded it with the Brodsky Quartet and the theme involved letters received and answered by a professor who took it upon himself to respond to people writing to Juliet Capulet of Romeo and Juliet. The letters were never saved and read, and Costello and the Quartet used their imagination to create an entire album devoted to this correspondence.
Please let me know what you think. I have included a clip of the song and the original lyrics I used to create my poem. And if you want to send in your examples, please do!
But even at this distance it’s not easy to accept
This vision that I chase returns when I least expect it.
I’ve fallen from your tired embrace.
I kiss the air around the place that should be your face.
- “Who Do You Think You Are?” (Elvis Costello and the Brodsky Quartet)
*
Time takes up too much time.
I can feel it in my chest, behind
My eyes (the wine and the bill won’t help),
And in this seat, on a cold rain-heavy
Night, we will share words.
I wanted everything to be perfect,
Before the waiter took our orders,
And our glances became colder in the
Candlelight and music, I hope to forget,
But even at this distance it’s not easy to accept
*
Your face in another life
Without some sort of time to be shared,
Something that we once filled with work,
Pride and a few words. Nothing
That I could have said would have mattered.
None of my words fit.
We’ve already finished a bottle
And maybe that is why my mind is fixed on
Your tense eyes and your brow, now knit,
This vision that I chase returns when I least expect it.
*
But I can’t admit as much,
Just too damn giddy and dumb with wine,
And feeling better than I thought I could.
I ignored your anger, not letting it put me
Into the real world, or back in my past
- an obscure and missed place.
Time is said to heal all wounds and your smile
May help. You still carry it well
And it has some sort of sweet-tempered grace,
Yet, I’ve fallen from your tired embrace.
*
And you said, “It’s getting late,” looking for the time.
I said nothing, just glancing at
An empty glass, a dirty plate,
And I never responded to
The shift of a chair, the fall
Of a white crumpled lace
Napkin on the floor. I
Remember taking this cab,
And in this cold space
I kiss the air around the place that should be your face.
*
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I really enjoyed reading this work Kendall! The pacing is amazing, it felt like I was being spoken to in rhythm!
A true teacher indeed. I learned something new here. Thanks for sharing. A collaborative way of paying homage to other artists!
Damn. You were just sitting on this for years? What else are you hiding from us faithful readers? Nah but on a serious note, I love this. “Your face in another life Without some sort of time to be shared, Something that we once filled with work, Pride and a few words. Nothing That I could have said would have mattered.” The pain of a failed relationship in a nutshell. 💔 This should be relatable to anyone with a pulse.
Beautifully expressed and I like this poetry form. Thanks for introducing us to new things :)
I have never heard of this form of poetry so I learned somehow new. Also, whoaaaaa! Your poem was soooo awesomeeee! You executed it brilliantly!
Loved it, very clever!
Great idea and beautifully executed!
"It's getting late." Words to sink any heart or hope.
I love it All !
I didn't know this poetic form, I like your work!
This is nice 💖👌📝
Good job.