10-21-2013, 09:05 AM
it's a good effort as far as i can see tigr
i'm not sure but i think you can play with the meter as long as it reads with an easy flow. 878 etc, so in the first verse you could have;
Perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek,
children played across the street.
but it's not written in stone.
the last line doesn't repeat, ( i checked)
i liked this piece. the last line and the title join together in order to see what's happening. at first i thought of vamps as something non-vampyric.
that it took a few seconds to sink in added to the light hearted sadness of what came before. no feedback as such as it works for me as a terza, and i don't see anything i'd alter unless you were going to alternate the meter
thanks for the read.
i'm not sure but i think you can play with the meter as long as it reads with an easy flow. 878 etc, so in the first verse you could have;
Perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek,
children played across the street.
but it's not written in stone.
the last line doesn't repeat, ( i checked)
i liked this piece. the last line and the title join together in order to see what's happening. at first i thought of vamps as something non-vampyric.
that it took a few seconds to sink in added to the light hearted sadness of what came before. no feedback as such as it works for me as a terza, and i don't see anything i'd alter unless you were going to alternate the meter
thanks for the read.
(10-19-2013, 01:51 AM)tigrflye Wrote: Edit (in progress)
He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
as children played across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so they would welcome him to play,
convinced he'd win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude.
He knew just what his dad would say,
"Just drop that sulking, wistful mood!"
Polite, young vamps can't play with food.
Original:
He perched upon the window seat.
His nose against the glass to peek
at children playing games across the street.
He wished he wasn't such a freak
so friends would offer him to play,
convinced that he would win at hide and seek.
He pictured every sun-filled day
if Mother wasn't such a prude
and knew just what his dad would say:
to drop the sulking, wishful mood-
polite young vamps can't play with food.
