But wait! That’s not all!
Here is one of two sestinas I’ve written. I wrote one and swore I’d never write another one, but damn if I didn’t. This was written when our #4 daughter was in high school. It was a tough time all around, but I got a poem out of it, so….
Oh, the McGraw Hill Online Learning Center says this about sestinas:
A poem of thirty-nine lines and written in iambic pentameter. Its six-line stanza repeat in an intricate and prescribed order the final word in each of the first six lines. After the sixth stanza, there is a three-line envoi, which uses the six repeating words, two per line.
I ain’t sayin’ it’s good, I’m just sayin’ I wrote it.
Hell in a Small, Closed Circle by Marian Allen, Copyright 1998 Tomorrow's Sunday. First, I go to Mass, then take my daughter to a college fair, then bring her home in time to meet her friends to play some Shadowrun--a role-play game. they're playing here tomorrow, in her room upstairs, and she can hardly wait till then. I had kids home in high school now and then, sometimes a few, sometimes a pallid mass of artsy types. My mother left the room so we would feel more comfortable. Fair and cool, we thought. But I am not so game and don't quite like to disappear. Her friends-- the Shadowrunners--all her gamer friends-- are boys. That would have been a scandal then. She says that times have changed, but does the game of male and female change? or does the mass accretion of biology, the fair (or is it carnival?) of culture leave no room for off-screen girl-boy friendship? leave no room for me to blandly host this pod of friends? I really like these kids! It isn't fair of God to send her such neat friends and then boost my maternal fears to such a mass of mental anguish over just a game. Sometimes I wonder if it's just a game with her--this entertaining in her room of boys, to see how agonized a mass of panic she can cultivate. Her friends and she could stay downstairs and play. But then I wouldn't worry. Is she being fair to me? And is suspicion being fair to her and to the kids? They want to game and nothing else. ...But what was wrong back then is still wrong. Isn't it? She says her room is not a "bed" room, just a room. Her friends won't think a thing about it. So this mass invades tomorrow, then up to her room. I will be fair and let her play her game upstairs with friends. But first, I go to Mass.
Moms, can I get an “AMEN”?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Two people disagree about what’s safe/appropriate in a situation they’ve both experienced under different circumstances.