Who am I to be? I deign not to ask
A decision not mine to make alone
An ovarian joins to complete that task
I lay dormant in a state of my own
Not yet of flesh, sinew or even bone
I’m half the potential that’s yet to be
For now frozen in anonymity
National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 13 brings hope of life in a Rime Royal
The Rime Royal or Rhyme Royal stanza consists of seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is ABABBCC.
Oh, the Rhyme Royal! Bane of my existence I mean, not really, but it did give me many, many headaches when I worked on one a day! Yours moves so smoothly, really nice!
It was a battle for me to stay in form, yet keep the plain speak. Thanks!
This is really clever. It’s TOUGH to do this form well, and yet here you are. And the way you did it with such an unconventional subject made me smile.
Hah! Unconventional subject indeed. Thanks!