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Luc Bat (Vietnamese for six eight)
Vietnamese form poetry, as Stephen Fry says in his book “The Ode Less Travelled”, it is easier to do than to explain.
The syllable count is 6, 8, 6. 8, 6. 8 and so on until the poet reaches the final 6, 8. There is no fixed length. The final line rhymes with the first.
Fry’s example –
Luc Bat is rather cute
It keeps the mind astute and pert
It doesn’t really hurt
To keep the mind alertly keen
You’ll know just what I mean
When you have gone and been and done
Your own completed one
It’s really rather fun to do
Full of subtly too
I hope that yours earns you repute.
Rhyming scheme -
*****a cute
*****a*b astute, pert
*****b hurt
*****b*c alertly, keen
*****c mean
*****c*d been, done
*****d one
*****d*e fun, do
*****e too
*****e*a you, astute
My quick and not very good attempt……
This year I got a gift
That lifted my spirits quite well
The mailman rang the bell
And though he couldn’t tell I knew
The package was from you
I’d felt quite blue but now you’re here
The parcel brought you near
Not clear across the continent
To please was your intent
It went so well, narrowed the rift.
Just something to scrape the season's blahs off your brains.
Vietnamese form poetry, as Stephen Fry says in his book “The Ode Less Travelled”, it is easier to do than to explain.
The syllable count is 6, 8, 6. 8, 6. 8 and so on until the poet reaches the final 6, 8. There is no fixed length. The final line rhymes with the first.
Fry’s example –
Luc Bat is rather cute
It keeps the mind astute and pert
It doesn’t really hurt
To keep the mind alertly keen
You’ll know just what I mean
When you have gone and been and done
Your own completed one
It’s really rather fun to do
Full of subtly too
I hope that yours earns you repute.
Rhyming scheme -
*****a cute
*****a*b astute, pert
*****b hurt
*****b*c alertly, keen
*****c mean
*****c*d been, done
*****d one
*****d*e fun, do
*****e too
*****e*a you, astute
My quick and not very good attempt……
This year I got a gift
That lifted my spirits quite well
The mailman rang the bell
And though he couldn’t tell I knew
The package was from you
I’d felt quite blue but now you’re here
The parcel brought you near
Not clear across the continent
To please was your intent
It went so well, narrowed the rift.
Just something to scrape the season's blahs off your brains.
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