I recently had to read a bunch of Rime royale, Ottava rima poems, which were fun, and then write one choosing one of four forms. I wrote this one, which is based on Keats’ “The Eve of St. Agnes”, which is employs a Spenserian Stanza. Fun stuff as these stanzas are nine line, pentameter until the last line, which is hexameter. The rhyme scheme is supposed to be [ababbcbcc]. I gave it a shot:
The Fatherly Bond
You were born in the middle of the night,
And I had never seen nor ever dared,
To guess the Gods could shine such a light.
What good fate that from your absence spared,
I’ll not want for familial love shared,
Nor from expression of fatherly pride,
Will I dare falter to be so prepared,
Or ever hesitant to gently chide,
If we should ‘er be forced to put our bond aside.
I hope that as you grow and change your ways,
You will never forget our binding ties,
Or when you depart from our humble home,
You’ll keep our bond with you no matter decries,
And guard it like I did for your son’s eyes.
For now take this poem for what it’s worth,
Read it to yourself when your memory flies,
And never forget in all of this earth,
There is nothing I’ve cherished except for your birth.