Banner Mountain Girl # 68 – a Lai form of poetry

This poem is a Lai, an ancient French form. I’m sharing the pattern along with my first attempt at writing a Lai.  Interesting use of rhyme in this little ditty.

Not So Happy Valentine

5 a —  On Valentine’s Day
5 a —  she ventured to say,
2 b —  be mine.
5 a —  His reply was nay
5 a —  and she felt dismay.
2 b — Bad sign,
5 a — for Cupid’s display
5 a — to rudely convey
2 b — decline.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

candy

Banner Mountain Girl # 66 Winter’s Night

As rain begins to turn to ice,
When sun sets,
Protect pets–
Subfreezing temps are never nice.
Mittens, cap
Fur-lined wrap.
The little birds arise in flight,
Feathers fluffed
Hanging tough.
They roost in trees in winter’s night.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

DSC_0180 (2)

Birds

 

 

Banner Mountain Girl # 60 -“Whicker Bill” Riley

unknown grave
“Whicker Bill” Riley
(1903—1925)

I always thought Maude Henry
and her three daughters were so
pretty ridin’ their mules. They rode
them mules wherever they went. Maude
was a widder woman—had been for six
years when their four mules got stole,
right out of that shabby, old barn settin’
on the side of Brock Mountain. One of ‘em
was Maude’s bug-eyed mule, called Ned.
That critter was half-blind, I tell ya’ fer sure.
The sheriff, he nailed up a poster
down at the courthouse—a picture took
last May of Maude and her girls ridin’
them mules to a cousin’s weddin’.
Yesterday mornin’ the Henrys walked
two miles to Kill Devil Creek, where they
come to my hangin’. Them and everybody
else in Waycross County. I swore
up and down that I didn’t steal
them mules. They hung me anyway.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

NOTE:  This may be a Spoon River Poem, but I don’t guarantee that it is! 🙂

two donkeys

Banner Mountain Girl # 59 “Autumn Preparation”

Autumn Preparation

Autumn skies are dripping gray,
the leaves are bleeding brown,
green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.
Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.
© Freeda Baker Nichols

� BakerNichols