(01-10-2026, 03:54 AM)David_Kaine Wrote: whispering fields by the mill older than even a clock
slowly infecting livestock pleasant and peaceful until
kids then come home with a chill forming a few tiny pocks
entering, no need to knock grudgingly swallow their pills
easily passing through locks nurses and doctors with skill
figure it came from the spill figure it came from the docks
anger as hospitals fill making its way up the blocks
bringing disease to the flocks living by sheer force of will
everyone else falling ill misunderstanding and shock
kids will cry 'fene' to mock enemies no one can kill
I feel like we had something like this form in practice for a bit but I can't remember the name of it. It feels like a loose dactyllic hexameter. I will say the meter feels overly dead stopped. For trochaics, if you want that meter of metric verse it is nice to throw in some feminine rhyme.
Actually, now that I look at it, it is dactyllic trimeter ABAB arranged in a way to look like heptameter. Let me just experiment for a second to see what it would look like as that:
whispering fields by the mill
older than even a clock
slowly infecting livestock
pleasant and peaceful until
kids then come home with a chill
forming a few tiny pocks
entering, no need to knock
grudgingly swallow their pills
easily passing through locks
nurses and doctors with skill
figure it came from the spill
figure it came from the docks
anger as hospitals fill
making its way up the blocks
bringing disease to the flocks
living by sheer force of will
everyone else falling ill
misunderstanding and shock
kids will cry 'fene' to mock
enemies no one can kill
Actually, like this we can see it is an inconsistent repeat of A's and B's. I like the rhyme scheme. The trimeter feels a little like a chant with all the end stops. There is a little fill, one metric sub on L3 that should probably be dealt with. I feel like you use it to good effect here. You have some cliche and a bit of filler you might want to address. It also feels a bit like explication due to it never really veering off. I suppose we can consider the cry of "fene" to be the turn here(?) but I wonder if it would make sense to deal with it a little more metaphorically rather than literally throughout.
Still, not an easy task and now you have yourself this poem. Were there any specific areas you wanted feedback on?
Thanks