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| Lloyd Alexander |
June's challenge was to explore a Welsh poetic form, the Byr a Thoddaid, which pre-dates written tradition, and thus has an oral bias towards sound, syllable and rhyme. It's also of unlimited length, allowing the poet (or bard, as I imagine him/her) to string together a series of quatrains to tell an extended story---which immediately put me in mind of writing about my favorite quintet of books based on Welch mythology, The Prydain Chronicles.
As a kid, I lived and breathed those stories more than any other, finding myself in its yearning hero, who was not just a pig-keeper, but an even lowlier assistant pig-keeper. But, oh, how he hoped he was more---a long-lost prince, or a secretly chosen one. Don't we all?
What I didn't know as a kid was how the author, Lloyd Alexander, struggled. He thought war adventure might serve him better than college but according to this article, "he was too clumsy with artillery to be sent to the front, and the sight of blood made him faint, making him unfit to work as a medic." He later trained in intelligence, but after the Army, he was jobless, and took work as his sister's potter apprentice. Reading his life story, you can see how many times he was uncalled, unchosen, and quite often, unprepared. He was (despite his later awards) a non-hero, a life-long apprentice who learned how to write the long, hard, assistant pig-keeper way. And I deeply admire him for it.
A few points about the Byr a Thoddaid:
The form is defined by 4 lines (quatrains) of 8 syllables/8 syllables plus 10 syllables/6 syllables. You can put the 8/8 couplets before or after the 10/6 lines. You can even alternate between the two orders, as I've done with mine below.
The 8 syllable couplets end-rhyme. The 6 syllable line's end word, however, finds its rhyme with a word towards the end (but not the end) of the 10 syllable line.
There's also a subtle link between the absolute end word of the 10 line and a word near the beginning of the 6 line (such as alliteration or slant rhyme)
If that sounds complicated, it was to me, too---at first. Once I tried a few stanzas, it got easier. Here's a fuller explanation of the form's rules and traditions. And here's my tribute to assistant pig keepers everywhere:
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I gobbled it, the lore of Wales
the names, the history, the tales
of a pig-keeper far from fairy blessed
his blood ordinary
not called to battle by horn, or by rite
to fight pale cauldron-born;
by bard’s harp, his shameful truth sung:
not lost prince but boy of pig dung.
He furious loved fair Eilonwy
craved sword of buried destiny
but weaving witches tangle-told his fate:
his father: none; nor gold.
Deep-enchanted, I trotted by his side,
each stride word-besotted;
not anointed, not sent,
a tale for those who also went.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
My poetry sisters poems are found here:
Andi
Kelly
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