Get your Old School on: Saraband challenge

Liar

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Because Fly said so, and because I am stuck on the word, let's see what you can do with it.

Saraband, according to Encyclopedia Britannica:

Main Entry: sar·a·band
Variant(s): or sar·a·bande /'sar-&-"band/
Function: noun
Etymology: French sarabande, from Spanish zarabanda
1 : a stately court dance of the 17th and 18th centuries resembling the minuet
2 : the music for the saraband in slow triple time with accent on the second beat

An intricate and complicated dance, as polished and courtley as the high society veneer at that time. It must hide all kinds of repressed emotions, passions, lust and desperation. Let's see if we can find them between the steps and notes.

So here's the challenge, and it's not a simple one. Cuz that's not a challenge:
1. Write a poem in the rhythm of the saraband music. In threes, with the intonation on the two. Here's an example:
| I stand in | the hall with | a dil-do | and won-der; |
| why do I | stand here with | a dil-do | and pon-der? |


Rhyme if you want to. Any number of lines and any length you wish. But keep the threes.

2. Try to keep it in the style of the saraband dance, orderly, chivalrous, romantic. (So my "dildo" lines are definitely not it.)

3. But let's make it interresting.. What does really go on, under the layers of wigs, face-paint, diciplined mannerisms and elabotate wrapping? That's what I wanna know. (So maybe I can work a dildo into it anyway? Hmm...)


So, what say you, poets? How much time do you need? :D



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Care to join Lisa Rinna and I for a dance?
clutching_calliope said:
Do I get bonus points for promptness?
I'm not sure if I'm adhering to the strictness of style you had in your defintion, Liar, bit I hope the ending fulfills the requirements. It was fun!



Tripoli

Petticoat, petticoat, swept
away, swept away.
Tripoli
told me to come tonight, come
tonight. Tripoli summer winds,
speak to me, talk to me: dance
with me, Saraband, be to love,
petticoat, sweet gentleman suitor.

Step up to, take my hand,
sweet gentleman suitor.
Tapestry handkerchief
up my sleeve for thee, Sir.
Minuet, step to step, keep
the time, impromptu. Love
me true.

To lift this petticoat. Tripoli,
Tripoli. Be to mine as mine thee,
Speak to me, flesh on flesh, close by me,
petticoat resemble.

Raven claw, the knife paw, mark
of lust, red kiss left inner thigh.
Sigh my haste, she did taste
but first, Sir. My love she, she my love,
petticoats do pander. Silken maid,
lady waits, Adeline, my servant.

Her lips silk, breasts of milk, hair of
gold, in waiting. For tonight,
Tripoli, Saraband,
Adeline, lady true,
she, my love, lays with two.
 
Spirit Sarabande

I watched as
your spirit
peeked out from
your eyelids;

I gestured,
you followed.
I chuckled,
you smiled!

My spirit
joined with yours
in dancing
your freedom!

Sedately
we stepped towards
the window.
The gleaming

of sunlight
on hoarfrost's
bright sparkle
was blinding.

In waltz time
I curtsied
and bid you
safe journey!

So bravely
you stepped to
where your heart
was yearning.

My hand raised
my tears fell
my heart swelled
with feeling

You moved on
all spirit
"Don't look back!"
I whispered.

You didn't;
you're gone now.
and our dance
has ended.

Life is a dance; we get our toes stubbed, and sometimes out feet stomped, but as our dance card fills, so do our hearts, and like Garth Brooks says, I wouldn't trade my dances for anything!!
 
There once was
a man from
Nantucket...


(I think I've failed the romantic portion already)
 
Liar? Tell me if my offering is even close to what you want. I'd like to know before I go off to hibernate, baby. It was written on the spur of the moment sometime this am. So I know its not close to perfect, but before I go further I want to know if I'm even in the ballpark.

Cool Challenge, buddy!
 
BooMerengue said:
Liar? Tell me if my offering is even close to what you want. I'd like to know before I go off to hibernate, baby. It was written on the spur of the moment sometime this am. So I know its not close to perfect, but before I go further I want to know if I'm even in the ballpark.

Cool Challenge, buddy!
Yes indeed, that was splendido. The short lines, putting each tripod (I Googled it to find out that this meter is actually called amphibrachs, but that's too messy to type ;) ) on a seperate line was something that didn't really occur to me. Interresting take, touching theme, and I can certainly waltz to it.
 
Liar said:
Yes indeed, that was splendido. The short lines, putting each tripod (I Googled it to find out that this meter is actually called amphibrachs, but that's too messy to type ;) ) on a seperate line was something that didn't really occur to me. Interresting take, touching theme, and I can certainly waltz to it.

The check's in the mail, baby! LOL Thanks!
 
Saraband Waltz

The dancers move stately
through the music of time.
With a step left then a step right
and a twirl into line
The tempo keeps twisting
through the skirts as they spin
with a step right then a step left
then together again
Hold tight her hand as you draw
her in close to your heart beat
that sings love there deep in
your chest
With a step left and a step right
then together again
A twirl and a kiss with your love,
hand in hand.
 
Just bumping this for the heck of it.

I'm still working on mine.
 
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