Syne, the moon maun rise aboon
lum an reeftree, waa an foon
ower aa the darkenin spaces o the toon,
far the streets that haik an turn aroon
the hooses hing slackent claes lines doon
their dreich an orra backs, ower rinnals far, rank an broon
aneth midden grun, mon scaff an leavins, oor lowsent sorras droon.
© BH, 2021
Online, I stumbled on a pyramid poem - ten lines, starting with one word, each line with one more. The example had a single rhyme throughout.
Being a sucker for a new form I tried it. I have to admit, I borrowed rhymes (—oon) from a poem from 1972, The Song of the Boxer - used in performance back in the day and, I must say, very much of its time.
Now the feel of it is a bit contrived-Dada-surreal, The bits I rehashed were much the same. Still I’d done this Scots version, off the cuff first of all and it felt a lot better,
So here it is…
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