Winter 2001 Poetry Competition Second Prize

Empirical Ballad


Gill Baconnier

Email: gill.baconnier@laposte.net


I wanted to be a poet,

So I got a book and wouldn’t you know it!

It looked very hard

To get to be a good bard,

But I had a go and this is what I’ve got to show for it.


I read about scan, and iambic pen-

tameter, so I had a go at wri-

ting a Shakespearian sonnet but when

my syllables got too stressed, up gave I.


Rhyme was next. It was very difficult

To make any sense, a bit like a catapult.

Arduous adjectives, alliteration,

Drove me to drivel in dire desperation.


Perhaps a Haiku:

Words dripping onto paper,

Tears for the unborn.


My head aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My wrist. I think I need a nice, stiff drink,

This poem lark has only dulled my brains -

One minute more, and I’d have cracked, I think.

Those arty folk can keep their villanelles -

There’s poetry enough in turquoise skies,

In autumn rain, in mossy forest glades;

While in my heart a ballad swells,

For there’s a sonnet in your lovely eyes,

And on your lips a thousand serenades.


©2001 Gill Baconnier

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