Raven Redux
Recycled for Halloween 2012
One of my all-time favorite poems is Poe’s The Raven, but let’s face it, at 1086 words it is way too long. In today’s frenetic world, who has the time to read such things. So, in the interest of making it more accessible to the schedule-impaired, and with all due respect to the original, I have undertaken a slight edit. Here is my 68 word version of the classic.
Lonely dude about to snore
Hears a knock upon his door
What is there? A talking bird!
All it knows is one damn word
Conversation is a bore
All it says is “nevermore”
Asks about his long lost flame
Lenore, the lovely lady’s name
Bird provides no help at all
“Nevermore,” it’s single call
Lonely dude goes raving mad
Bird just sits there. Bird is bad
Linked to One Shot Wednesday.
Ahab’s Folly
Herman Melville’s classic, Moby Dick is a whopping 212,758 words. My Plotsicle version is 173 words. You can view other Plotsicles by clicking on the link to the right. This is linked to One Stop Poetry.
Unsuspecting Ishmael
Decides to go a-sailing
He signs aboard the Pequod
For purposes of whaling
The crew’s a tad bit quirky
The ship’s master’s off his game
His peg leg is of whale bone
Captain Ahab is his name
Harpooner is a strange one
With tattoos from head to toe
Queequeg is the fellow’s name
That is all you want to know
Psychotic Captain Ahab
Is a raving, vengeful prick
Ever since he lost his leg
To the white whale, Moby Dick
Swears that he will sail the world
(He’s certainly no lubber)
To hunt, then kill the giant load
Of pigment-challenged blubber
But Moby turns the tables
When he rams and sinks the boat
Then drags old Ahab under
As they say, that’s all she wrote
Ship and crew are lost at sea
So much for hopes and wishes
If your name’s not Ishmael
You’re sleeping with the fishes
So, why did Melville spare him
From the dreadful monster whale?
Because a guy was needed
To survive and tell the tale
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Two Kids From Verona
The original Romeo & Juliet is 25,948 words….good stuff, but does it really need to be that long? Here’s my 141 word, Plotsicle version that hits the high points. Linked to One Stop Poetry and Big Tent Poetry.
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Poor Romeo and Juliet
A Montague and Capulet
Their families in an awful feud
Veronan twits with attitude
Two teeny-boppers fall in love
But fate about to give a shove
On balcony defies her pa
“Where for art thou,”… blah, blah, blah
Married by a cunning friar
Jules and padre co-conspire
But, there’s a little problem, man
See, Romeo’s not told the plan
So, when young Julie fakes her death
Beau, Romeo can’t catch his breath
He drinks some poison at her side
Then exits center stage by bride
When Julie wakes to see him die
She knows she must do more than cry
Our girl’s plan has got some swagger:
Locate chest and insert dagger
A tragic tale of plans askew
The moral here is nothing new
Love can be so iridescent
But a mess when prepubescent
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Trouble In Camelot
T.H. White’s classic, The Once and Future King, is a retelling of the Arthurian legend. It is 64,183 words long. Here’s my attempt to tell the same story in rhyme with 225 words. I may have left out a few details.
Young Arthur, who pulls sword from stone
Is destined then to hold the throne
Gets seduced by his half-sister
Bears a child, a twisted mister
Ascends the throne and picks a spot
To build idyllic Camelot
Where the rule is: Do what’s right
To quest is better than to fight
To aid him in this noble dream
Pure Art must build a righteous team
His knights, the finest of the lot
The first among them, Lancelot
But shame on young, disloyal Lance
He cannot keep it in his pants
Alas, Art’s wife’s no gem I fear
The Lance-a-lusting Guinevere
Oh, our boy, Lance is quite the swain
He’s also doing young Elaine
They have a kid, but that’s not bad
It’s fair and perfect Galahad
Adding luster to the fable
Art says they must have a table
To keep their hearts so just, so true
Well, only one that’s round will do
Then there’s Merlin, clever wizard
Victim of his trouser lizard
He gets seduced and locked away
By sexy, sultry Nimue
That’s quite shame for all concerned
Without his help, poor Art gets burned
When Mordred, Arthur’s nephew-son
Rat’s out young Lance…all comes undone
It’s hard to live life pure and true
When you don’t know who’s doing who
The dream of Camelot was gone
Just too much lancing going on
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