Whittled Words – Rhupunt Poem


Welcome to the weekly series, Whittled Words. A series highlighting the innumerable types and styles of poetry to challenge any creative wordsmith. This week’s selection:




I’ll tell you what: These Welsh poetic forms are starting to grow on me. This time around, let’s look at the rhupunt!

The rhupunt has some variability to it, but also some rigid rules as well. I have had fun tinkering around with this Welsh form, and I hope you do too.

Here are the guidelines for the rhupunt:

  • The form can be broken down into lines or stanzas (see examples)
  • Each line or stanza contains 3 to 5 sections
  • Each section has 4 syllables
  • All but the final section rhyme with each other
  • The final section of each line or stanza rhymes with the final section of the other lines or stanzas


Examples of Rhupunt Poems:



by Tracy Davidson


I want to make
our wedding cake
but I can’t bake
to save my life.

My kitchen skills
are full of spills,
plus broken grills
and burns are rife.

My food from hell
makes stomachs swell,
emits a smell
from here to Fife.

To stop more squeals
it’s ready meals
and fast food deals
for this housewife.



By Taylor Graham

No more mice? that might be nice. We thought so, twice, but were we wrong?
In pantry-land, rich contraband. Mouse sleight-of-hand – that thieving throng.
You set the trap and took your nap. Then trigger-snap! Sweet mouse, so long…..
And yet I’ve seen how shy and lean a mouse can keen its mourning song.



By Marie Elena


 consumed with doubt
she mills about
fret snuffing out
her morning prayer

feeling betrayed
she draws her shade
but who will braid
her silver hair

doused inner light
endless midnight
in broad daylight
repeat nightmare

kin she can’t name
in picture frames
they’re all the same
to her despair

no overpass
no underpass
a deep crevasse
that leads nowhere

her mem’ries tossed
her thoughts crisscrossed
again she’s lost
her ev’ning prayer



By Brad Osborne

In month of May

as lovers sway

along the bay

a message sent

Being so near

do you not hear

my words in ear

a promise meant

I speak to you

of love that’s true

like ocean blue

a deep descent

Now becomes past

My love doth last

In moonlight cast

Love permanent



By Brad Osborne

It is silly to follow me when I can’t see where we should go

To shove and shout, pushing about, when a way out I do not know

If you’re unsure of needed door, I’ll help explore, look to and fro

Do what I can to free each man without much plan, see how it goes


I hope you have enjoyed this entry to the series, Whittled Words. I look forward to your comments, and if you dare, maybe share your own Rhupunt poem. Thanks for reading!


16 Responses to “Whittled Words – Rhupunt Poem”
  1. I liked this style a lot! Easy to read, topics easy to follow!

  2. Lovely and fun verses you’ve provided as samples to this very nice poetic style! Great work my friend!

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad I truly enjoyed all the pieces. I like both of your examples. The style has a very nice rhythm to eat. Lovely pieces. Nicely done dear Brad. Love ❤️ Jonikins.
    PS Brad is there a way I could talk offline to you. I need your wisdom my friend. Love, Jonikins

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    Cool style! I like not only your efforts but the works of the other poets too.

  5. Jim Borden says:

    this looks like a fun style of poetry, and your poems are wonderful examples…

  6. kristianw84 says:

    I really enjoyed this style, and your worst- Perfection!

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