Today’s offering is of a variety…

…I may have mentioned earlier, wherein one writes down the rhyming words in the order in which they will appear, with no idea of the subject.  The requirement I set myself was that these words must not be rearranged, but must be left as they are.

I,  in italics, the original words, so that, more easily,  that which, around them, may be seen to have been written, have left. (I’m not entirely certain why I have just written the previous sentence using German word order.) (For those for which the previous sentence caused a “stack overflow error:’  I have left the original words in italics, so that the way in which the words have been written around them, may be seen more easily.  OR:  I put italics on the original words so you can see how I added the rest of the words.)

This has been a capital way to compose a sonnet!  Much easier than the one in which I compose the blankverse first and then add the rhymes.  Mind, my usual method is just to start at the beginning and write; however, this method tempts me because it really does take less time.

I have been wanting…

…to compose a sonnet by picking the rhyme scheme first and placing the rhyming words next and then filling in the sonnet from there, trying–as well as I can manage–to create something coherent and with some kind of consistent theme and message, and with a proper Volta, etc.   A holiday of sorts is coming up at some point soon, perhaps I’ll make a present to myself of some extra work.

Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield, or Owarai Kombi

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It was a dark and stormy night….no, it wasn’t. Actually it was very early Monday a.m. My husband awakens me from a sound sleep with a hiss “someone is trying to break in the house”. I nod to let him know I heard and understand. He slides from his side of the bed and quickly slips on a pair of shorts and grabs the metal baseball bat. Equally soundless, I slip into my Ed Hardy tennis shoes (my favorite pair with the aqua and white stripes, rhinestones, geisha on one side, koi on the other). I slide open my lingerie drawer and pull out my sword.

We make our way down the hall in blackness. Sure enough, someone is rattling and kicking at our door. On the silent count of three, my husband jerks open the door and I switch on the light, my sword held high, ready to behead…

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