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This is a Special Preview for the CPC Friday Fling.  Our topic is picnics and the format is the Kyrielle.

Friday Fling #132 June 10th 2011

You’ve probably noticed that the weather is warm, even if you live in the northern parts of the US or anywhere in Canada.   If you saw anything about the Fling challenge of two weeks ago, you also know Memorial Day came and went a bit ago, traditionally kicking off the American summer vacationtime.

Which means, among other things…picnics!   Picnics are things a lot of people wait all winter and much of Spring to experience, and by summer they become downright common.  So this week we thought that we’d challenge you to write about them, either generically or specifically about one or more that you particularly remember.

Now as to format, it should be lengthy enough to allow you to express yourself on the topic and yet adjustable.  For that reason and another that will become clear next week, we thought this would be a good time to try the Kyrielle, a format we never have included in a Fling challenge before. (NB: The Kyrielle is not exactly the same as the Kyrielle SONNET.) Here’s ShadowPoetry.com’s take:

Kyrielle

A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum. Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.

Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of: axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc.
with Z being the repeated line.

The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.

My Bouquet

Some days I sing, some days I cry.
My soul’s the one determines why.
Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it mourns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.

Wake up each day, face a dark cloud.
My happiness wrapped in a shroud.
The day begins; to me it scorns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.

Lay down my head, dark nights begun.
With the sad setting of the sun.
From all my sorrows my heart mourns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.

Copyright © 2003 Floria Kelderhouse

This week the Friday Fling Features Picnics in Kyrielle!

Be sure to save time to read and comment convivially on your fellow Pals’ picnic poems.  Then go enjoy this still-not-officially-summer-weekend, maybe complete with a…picnic?

Fickle Finger of Fate Award for June 3rd 2011

Congratulations RC!

The caption for the one above is “Picnic at Fullers celebrating Michelle’s visit – 1981.” Do these people look familiar,  Michelle?

No caption on this one – go figger LOL