6 Four Forms, Two Challenges

Literary Scotland and Northern Ireland
Literary Scotland and Northern Ireland

Ireland and Scotland are lands where writers and other creative people thrive. They are inspiring places—their literature is inspiring—and our group trip will be an inspiring experience, so we all need and to have an outlet for our creativity as we travel. Those of you who went on the first trip will remember—with delight, I’m sure—our daily poetry readings at the microphone on the bus, when members of the group, including the group leaders, offer insights and silliness about the trip using the forms of the Limerick, the Haiku, and the six-word essay.

We will of course continue that practice on this trip, with one addition: the Standard Habbie or Burns Stanza. The latter is the first “challenge” offered to you because it is slightly more complex than the others and certainly downloadless familiar. A long serving form for poetry in Scots, the Standard Habbie found a pace (the “a” lines are in tetrameter or four beats, the “b” lines in dimeter or two beats) that suited the language. Burns took up this form and used it so often and with such distinction that it has come to be called the Burns Stanza.

Reading works of our own creation is a fun way to comment on what we are seeing, doing, and experiencing as we roll around the countryside. Your poems and six-word essays should be about the trip; humor and insight always welcome. No literary expertise or even inclination is required. All are welcome to read their offerings, and no one should feel obligated. Below you will find explanations of the four forms, chosen because they are brief and manageable and because they are apt vehicles for humor.

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Janet Joiner and members of the Atlanta Burns Club at the Burns Cottage, an exact replica of the original (Courtesy of Lib Boggs).

The second challenge will be a challenge to me and my aging brain, as well. Everywhere I went in Burns country I encountered people who could recite passages from his works. When a group of alumnae and friends visited the Burns Cottage in Atlanta recently, the club members who greeted us were impressively versed in Burns’s poems. They even knew all the verses of Auld Lang Syne. So my challenge to you is—memorize a stanza (more always welcome) of a Burns poem that you like and at some point during our trip, recite it at the microphone.

images (3)Nothing like memorization to keep the mind nimble! In my father’s day (he was born in 1916) memorization of poetry in school was required and must have been often assigned. He never went to college, but he knew many, many poems by heart. When I told him I was taking Chaucer, he immediately recited the prologue of The Canterbury Tales to me in Middle English:

Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour….

Pilgrims at Canterbury
Pilgrims at Canterbury

Come to think of it, we are making a pilgrimage of our own on our bus to literary shrines in both Ireland and Scotland. Who is up for writing an epic poem about our journey?

Later on in graduate school when I mentioned I was writing a paper on Wordsworth’s sonnet “The World Is Too Much With Us,” to my astonishment Dad launched into a recital of that poem, making it all the way to the end without a mistake.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

"Proteus rising from the sea"
“Proteus rising from the sea”

I’m afraid that if our last trip is any measure, there will be some “getting and spending” on this one.

I wish I had the ability to hold whole poems and prose passages in my head; it would be a great aid in teaching, but it’s too late now. Still, I plan to challenge myself by memorizing at least a stanza, maybe a whole (short) poem. I hope you will join me.  If this little girl named Robyn can do it–Robyn reciting “To A Louse” by Robert Burns–we can, too.

Here are guidelines for the four forms we’ll tackle on the trip.

The Limerick
This well-known humorous verse form has been around since the early 18th century, was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century, and is thought to have derived its name from the term “Limerick song,” a kind of drinking song.

Getting and spending, anyone? We will be visiting Locharron of Scotland, the "World's Leading Manufacturer of Tartan," in Selkirk, near Melrose.
Getting and spending, anyone? We will be visiting Locharron of Scotland, the “World’s Leading Manufacturer of Tartan,” in Selkirk, near Melrose.

Guidelines

  • Five-lines
  • Anapestic meter: short, short long; – -/; as in “’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
  • Rhyme scheme (aaba)
  • The first, second and fifth or aaa lines are longer than the bb lines
  • Often disturbs normal speech patterns as in “There once was girl from Atlanta…”
  • Always funny, often bawdy

Some examples from the previous trip.

Dave has his history down pat
Loves to drive, drink whiskey and chat
He’s the man with the plan
Ready to give us a hand
Now won’t you sleep better knowing dat?
(by Amy Chastain and Wes Cribb)

Which hotel are we in this a.m.?
I need coffee even to begin.
Tripped over the black case,
Fell flat on my face.
Now I’m making coffee again.
(by Margaret Barkley)

The Six-Word Essay
Another contest form for the trip is the six-word essay or narrative, made famous by Ernest Hemingway with this sad tale: “’For sale’ baby shoes, never worn.” We hope your six-word essays won’t be so sad.

Guidelines

  • Six words—no cheating!
  • The second part usually sheds new light on the first, adding the humor
  • Must be true as opposed to fiction

Some examples from the previous trip.

Bags packed. Moving to Muckross House. (by Ellen Gaffney)

Agnes Scott husbands…a lucky lot! (by Jim Jarboe)

Long awaited, anticipated, over too soon! (by Mary K. jarboe)

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Your third option is the haiku, an ancient Japanese poetic form.

Guidelines

  • Seventeen syllables
  • Three phrases or lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables
  • Two images or ideas with a “cutting word” between them to offset the comparison or connection
  • Often has a reference to nature

Some examples from the previous trip.

The swans have left Coole.
Empty tower ‘neath the moon.
Still the words endure.
(by Betty Derrick)

Illuminati
A group of vibrant Scotties
Set Dublin aglow.
(by Gwen Shearer)

The Standard Habbie or Burns Stanza
From the online Burns Encyclopedia:
“ The stanza for characteristic of the eighteenth century Revival of Scots poetry, and particularly associated with Burns. But it was also used by Ramsay and Fergusson, and by almost every minor poet who employed Scot. Ramsay called it ‘Standard Habbie’, because the earliest use of it known to him was in ‘Habbie Simpson, the Piper of Kilbarchan’, by Robert Sempill of Beltrees (c.1595-c.i659). The ‘Standard Habbie’ is an easy stanza to write, and was particularly suited for the fast-moving social comment which was a major preoccupation with the writers of the Revival. Burns varied the form by substituting half-rhymes for full rhymes, especially at the ends of the four long lines.”

Habbie Simpson, the Piper of Kilbarchan, on the church steeple.
Habbie Simpson, the Piper of Kilbarchan, on the church steeple.

Guidelines

  • Six lines in the stanza
  • The rhyme scheme is aaabab
  • Tetrameter (four beats) a lines and dimeter (two beats) b lines
  • The second b line may or may not be repeated

An example from Burns—two wonderful stanzas from “To A Mouse.” Note how the dimeter lines add a certain punch or pithiness to the meaning of the stanza.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I cannot see,
          I guess an’ fear!

"Wee Mousie" carving from Robert Burns's mausoleum in Dumfries.
“Wee Mousie” carving from Robert Burns’s mausoleum in Dumfries.

Remember, your poem or six-word essay must have something to do with our trip. It’s not too early to start practicing the limerick, the six-word essay, the haiku, and the Standard Habbie, or to exercise your mind on memorizing a few stanzas!

8 thoughts on “6 Four Forms, Two Challenges”

  1. I accept your challenge! Writing and memorizing are a real stretch for me. But without making oneself vulnerable, how can you grow? I can’t wait!

      1. I, too, was made to memorize and my dear late mother made me enter recital contests for which I am forever grateful. “ Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, into the valley of death….” I shall do her proud. Perhaps I will even sing my choice! JK

  2. Thought for today and memory of travels past:

    Easter, 1916
    BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
    I have met them at close of day
    Coming with vivid faces
    From counter or desk among grey
    Eighteenth-century houses.
    I have passed with a nod of the head
    Or polite meaningless words,
    Or have lingered awhile and said
    Polite meaningless words,
    And thought before I had done
    Of a mocking tale or a gibe
    To please a companion
    Around the fire at the club,
    Being certain that they and I
    But lived where motley is worn:
    All changed, changed utterly:
    A terrible beauty is born.

    That woman’s days were spent
    In ignorant good-will,
    Her nights in argument
    Until her voice grew shrill.
    What voice more sweet than hers
    When, young and beautiful,
    She rode to harriers?
    This man had kept a school
    And rode our wingèd horse;
    This other his helper and friend
    Was coming into his force;
    He might have won fame in the end,
    So sensitive his nature seemed,
    So daring and sweet his thought.
    This other man I had dreamed
    A drunken, vainglorious lout.
    He had done most bitter wrong
    To some who are near my heart,
    Yet I number him in the song;
    He, too, has resigned his part
    In the casual comedy;
    He, too, has been changed in his turn,
    Transformed utterly:
    A terrible beauty is born.

    Hearts with one purpose alone
    Through summer and winter seem
    Enchanted to a stone
    To trouble the living stream.
    The horse that comes from the road,
    The rider, the birds that range
    From cloud to tumbling cloud,
    Minute by minute they change;
    A shadow of cloud on the stream
    Changes minute by minute;
    A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
    And a horse plashes within it;
    The long-legged moor-hens dive,
    And hens to moor-cocks call;
    Minute by minute they live:
    The stone’s in the midst of all.

    Too long a sacrifice
    Can make a stone of the heart.
    O when may it suffice?
    That is Heaven’s part, our part
    To murmur name upon name,
    As a mother names her child
    When sleep at last has come
    On limbs that had run wild.
    What is it but nightfall?
    No, no, not night but death;
    Was it needless death after all?
    For England may keep faith
    For all that is done and said.
    We know their dream; enough
    To know they dreamed and are dead;
    And what if excess of love
    Bewildered them till they died?
    I write it out in a verse—
    MacDonagh and MacBride
    And Connolly and Pearse
    Now and in time to be,
    Wherever green is worn,
    Are changed, changed utterly:
    A terrible beauty is born.

    1. Funny you should print that…I am preparing the poem for teaching to my Irish literature course tomorrow. Definitely one of the greatest poems of all. Thanks!

  3. Thank you so much, Christine, for all you do to add to our trip experience. I feel behind in my preparation but I will catch up in time! Right now I am waxing lyrical for the IRS. I count myself fortunate that I had a father who memorized poetry and taught me to. In the Spring I am always sorry for those who cannot recite Auden’s “loveliest of trees the cherries now…” or another poem to capture the beauty.

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