The Mirror

This is another exercise poem to experiment with iambic pentameter, trochaic substitution and pyrrhic substitution. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it shows the techniques.

THE MIRROR (13 November, 2008)

I have a small mirror upon my wall
Its frame was once gilded, now worn away
I stare at my face and wonder of those-
those faces this mirror has seen before.

Are they still there? In part - as an echo
Will I see them if I look hard enough?
What did they see as they looked at themselves?
And do they see me as I search for them?

(c) Lillian Martin

Ode to Golf Revised

Upon reading this poem again (and 11 years in between!) I can see some issues with it. The rhythm wants to work, but doesn't ... so I revised it (and got rid of that annoying un-rhyme I remember not being able to lose in 97). So here it is:

ODE TO GOLF REVISED (9 November, 2008)

An endless sea of rolling green,
With sweaty palms and face so keen
I stand upon a lonely hill
A silent breeze, my bones do chill.

A thick silence envelopes me,
It's like a fog I cannot see.
My arms swing back, I sight once more,
I slice the air and call out 'Fore'.

(c) Lillian Martin

Ode to Golf

I won a highly commended for this one at school when I was 14. I think it's a bit daggy now, but thought I'd post it anyway ... lol.

ODE TO GOLF (1997)

An endless sea of rolling green
With sweaty palms and a face so keen
I stand upon a lonely hill
A silent breeze, my bones do chill.

The silence it surrounds me,
Like a stuffy blanket I cannot see.
My arms swing back all stiff and taut,
I slice the air and call out 'Fore'.

(c) Lillian Martin