Whittled Words – Ottava Rima Poem
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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:
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OTTAVA RIMA
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With an Italian origin, the earliest known use of the ottava rima poetry form dates back to the fourteenth century, when the form was introduced into the Italian literary scene by poet Giovanni Boccaccio. Two of his major works, the Teseide and the Filostrato were poems that would popularize the format in epic poetry for the next two centuries—leading into the sixteenth century when Ludovico Ariosto wrote one of the most famous works of Italian literature, Orlando Furioso. The format found its popularity among Elizabethan poets, and its structure has been used in some of the most notable poems of all time. In English, Lord Byron used the form to write Don Juan. More contemporary English poets to use the form include, William Butler Yeats and Kenneth Koch.
Ottava Rima are 8 lines with an abababcc rhyme scheme, was originally written in eleven syllable lines, Lord Byron had adapted it to iambic pentameter (or 10-syllable lines) for his epic Don Juan. You will find examples of both syllabic counts in use today. The form can work as a stand-alone poem or be used as connecting stanzas.
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Examples of Ottava Rima Poems:
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UNENLIGHTENED
By Beth Evans
I was trying to find my way in the dark,
Groping blindly about to find the light switch,
I suppose I made some unpleasant remark,
Something that may have been “Lord,, what a *****!”
I was just about to stop searching and park,
My side was starting to develop a stitch,
Anyway, when something hit my you-know-what
I cursed God in heaven before I forgot.
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DON JUAN
(Lines 1 – 8 of Canto I)
By Lord Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I ‘ll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—
We all have seen him, in the pantomime,
Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
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HER MOTHER”S SECRET
By Caren Krutsinger
Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No matter that he could blither and bash
Attitude she did not readily share
Her mother understood and gave her cash
Guarded secret known by only a few
Her dream had been to be an artist too.
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TRUE
By Brad Osborne
My fingernails dig in until made sore
A death hold upon the slightest of dreams
But what is it I am holding on for
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Letting go will only my fall assure
And truth sequestered to the in-betweens
I long to hear the words spoken by you
But only if your words can be seen true
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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 Ottava Rima poem. Thanks for reading!
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oh, the artist mother and daughter…
and I understand longing for those words, but right, only if absolutely true
Thank you, Beth! You always get me.
A very nice and rhythmic style and you have mastered it my friend! Great example, especially in the company of Lord Byron. All the best and a great Friday to you!
Thank you, brother! Have a great weekend!
You’re welcome! You too my brother!
I always love learning new styles. The first one made me giggle. The one of the mother and daughter took me immediately to an 8th grade student (I spent 8 years at the middle school ~my favorite) who kept getting sent to me for having purple hair. We had a ridiculous policy against hair color. I felt alone in my fight with “adults” who didn’t get it. This girl was an artist~the quirky and individuals to whom I share the most in common~let her be. Let them all be. Your poem speaks to me on many, many levels. 🙏🏻💚
Thank you, Karla! I can imagine you have many wonderful memories from that time. Odd how something as insignificant as hair color can cause people to judge. Have a great weekend!
You’re welcome, Brad! Indeed, humans can be so judgmental. I’m flying high above the snow forecasted today to land in a snowy WA and give and receive love, memories, and giggles with my youngest son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter. A week of pure bliss! You have the best weekend and week, too!
Enjoy your week and your family, Karla!
Thank you, Brad! You too!
I do like the rhyme scheme. Almost makes me want to write one but so much more fun to read the ones you find and the ones you write.
Thanks Geoff! One of these days maybe you can surprise us with a poem. One paragraph of less than 300 words is acceptable.
A new poetry form!
Now we just need a name for it….