My Faerie Queene is Carabosse

I somehow took her mantle

Bad fairy-witch by whom we lost

Our beauty to a spindle

For what use mine her blonde airhead

When I am clever, dark and cruel

Tho she may wish she stayed in bed

When she meets the big-prick fool

Who blunders in, destroying slumber, makes her go to school

 

Today’s prompt was as follows: Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem. Although the fourteen-line sonnet is often considered the “baseline” form of verse in English, Sir Edmund Spenser wrote The Faerie Queene using a nine-line form of his own devising, and poetry in other languages (French, most particularly) has always taken advantage of nine-line forms.

I don’t know too much about Spenser’s Faerie Queene and I think I flunked out on the iambic pentameter. But hey ho… I’m thinking about fairy tales and darkness and why not follow me on twitter @Carabosse !? 😉