For today’s Poetry Challenge, we are going to take a look at Quatrains, which simply put are 4-line stanzas. They normally follow a strict rhyming scheme, e.g.: ABAB:
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
From William Blake, The Garden of Love, 1794.
or ABCB:
Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face,
Terror, the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress.
From William Blake, A Divine Image, 1790-91.
Metre
Quatrains also tend to have a regular metre, for which you can also refer to the above examples. Those with alternating lines of tetrameter and trimeter are referred to as ballad stanza, e.g.:
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
From William Blake, The Divine Image, 1789.
Note that I have taken all of the above examples from Blake. If you want to know how to write metrical poetry without sounding stilted and monotonous, you need look no further than Blake, who often writes in regular metre but plays with unusual metric forms so that the reader never knows quite what to expect.
Another type of quatrain stanza, is the heroic quatrain: five-stress iambic verse rhymed abab. A poem we have visited previously, Grey’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, is formed of heroic quatrains. Here is the opening stanza as an example:
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
The Challenge
Write a poem made up of quatrain stanzas. You can use any of the forms detailed above, but try to stick to a regular metre and rhyming scheme. Poems comprising one single quatrain are also acceptable, but if they are short they should certainly pack a creative punch! As for subject matter, this is entirely up to you. You can take a lighthearted approach, as we did with The Limerick, or tackle more serious subject matter.
This week’s challenge will be judged by last week’s winner, Lou Faber of An Old Writer and his Words. Many thanks to Lou for agreeing to be our judge. Do pay his website a visit for many fine examples of his masterfully crafted poetry.
How to enter
There are several ways to enter this competition:
- Write a blog post with your entry, tag ‘EIF Poetry Challenge,’ link back to this post and link to your post in the comment section below.
- Post your entry directly into the comment section below.
- Tweet your entry tagging @Experimentsinfc.
- Post your entry on Instagram tagging @experimentsinfiction
The deadline for entries is Midnight CET on Tuesday 6th October 2020. Results will be announced on Wednesday 7th October 2020. The winner will be offered the chance to judge the next EIF Poetry Challenge. Good luck and may you rise to the challenge!
Ingrid
Thanks for the great lesson Ingrid!!! ❤️
You’re most welcome 😊❤️
I love quatrains
SORRY FOR THIS PILEUP
Sorry for this pile-up
In your email box
Gotta clear my head out
Give it a detox
Trouble is my mind is
On overdrive it seems
So ’till I somehow can gear down
Continue they will stream
(Don Matthews July 20017)
Poet in Training
Thank you for your entry, Don 🙏
Here’s another one which worries me
Help! I don’t know what to do
Phone towers have all gone dead
I cannot text my neighbour
Is he still ‘live or dead?
Just holler over the back fence!
I’ve lost the art of talking
Conversation’s dead
Texting is the only way
To know if he’s in bed
Or dead…..
Note ‘SORRY FOR THIS PILEUP’
Was written in the future
My mind it seems needs surgery
Followed with lotsa suture
😅
The day that Covid caught Trump
Covid was incredibly scared
The unprecedented became Presidented
And nobody really cared
😂 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👍
Here’s my entry: https://benjisverybigblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/03/the-big-one/
\With every day I get older
And the world I once loved drifts away.
It grows warmer while people grow colder,
But who cares when we have bills to pay.
👍👌👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 thank you for entering 🥰
Here is one I wrote earlier. I’ll do a fresh one for next week. Promise
‘Smoking kills,’ Sally read on the packet
As she bent down to pick up her litter
So engrossed, she did not hear the racket
Of the thirty ton lorry that hit her.
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 thanks for entering! No problem if it’s something you wrote earlier.
😂Thank you
This is my poem
The visit
I lay alone in bed one night
And deemed of times gone by
I saw a vision burning bright
A light that shone on high
I heard a voice that spoke so soft
And ended in a sigh
A Whisper came alone aloft
And told me I must die
I cried out loud in mortal fear
And asked her to explain
The answer came out loud and clear
I want to end my pain
Come join me in Eternal Sleep
We’ve been apart too long
The love I feel for you is deep
The bond I feel is strong
But I said No ! Not now I cried !
My journey is not done
I cannot join you by your side
You must remain as one
And so at last the dawn did break
The sun shone bright and clear
And there I stood confused awake
To linger on in fear
Some years have passed since that sad night
But still it haunts my brain
A brief return a blinding light
And then a restless pain
And so I say farewell my love
And leave you to your rest
I would not join you up above
But hope that you are blessed
The end must come to all I know
To each when time is right
As I walk on so sad and slow
Towards Eternal Night
😢
Better late than never:
The doors once forever opened;
Shall close and show no more,
Leaving wisdom and the lore of love
Scarred and scattered on the floor…