Sports Fan Here
A Rondeau about the Twins, and the Wild
Rondeau - a French poetic form that has 15 lines, three stanzas, and a couple refrains. Paul Laurence Dunbar's "We Wear the Mask" is a popular example of the rondeau.
As with other French forms, there is an element of rhyming and repetition in the rondeau. In fact, the rondeau is related to the triolet.
The rondeau is comprised of 15 lines across three stanzas with the first word or phrase from the first line represented as a refrain (R) and a rhyme scheme of two rhymes throughout (A and B). The rhyme and refrain scheme looks like this:
A (R), A, B, B, A, A, A, B, R, A, A, B, B, A, R
The A and B lines are usually eight or 10 syllables in length. The refrain is usually one to three words (or so). Writers Digest. Robert Lee Brewer
My attempt at a rondeau:
"Sports fan here" by Denise Estey Lindquist
This sports fan here, loves hockey, the Wild
When the season lags, I get riled
Then there is baseball and the Twins
I can count on them for many wins
I can sit back, watch sports and be mild
I will call the kids when they end up piled
The best games I keep, and they are filed
Hubby calls them piles, but they are in bins
Sports fan here
A few friends are fans and I have dialed
them to share how I had redialed
as I was so excited for the spins
around the field against those skins
that I couldn't help it and misdialed.
Sports fan here!
~
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 26 grands, and 11 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I started writing A Poem a Day in February 7 years ago. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. Writing on Vocal/Medium now.
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Comments (3)
Oooo, this is such a cool form and you executed it perfectly! Loved your poem!
truly impressive. I loved it.
I like watching the kids play while it's still fun for them. Great poem