This is a form
invented by Lillibet, aka Streambed on Allpoetry.
This form contains
within its rhyming pattern, two couplets, one of which seems wounded, and is
wrapped by four other lines, hence some rationale for its name.
It is stanzaic,
consisting of any number of octains.
It is syllabic 10/10/6/10/10/10/10/10
It is metric, using
iambic meter.
It is rhymed, the
pattern being: abccbadd
Example Poem
Elixir (Wounded Couplet)
My lover went a
wandering I think
for he believes that
magic will restore
his potency and
verve.
He wants to play
around is all. What nerve!
He claims he's
seeking mermaids by the shore
to find for him an
elixir to drink.
Which beats
testosterone in every way
whenever fortitude
comes into play.
The tavern called
the "Wharf" is near the beach
and frequently young
barmaids catch his eye
(which seldom scans
the shore.)
Perhaps it's just
the scanty clothes they wore.
I guess he'll look
for fairies by and by.
The man's intent
let's try not to impeach.
If elixir's at home
in foaming glass
he'll need a test, and's sure to make a pass.
I figured then that
two could play that game
so put on fairy
costume with a mask
and strode into the
bar.
The men's
reactions bordered on bizarre.
I had five drinks
and didn't have to ask,
But all their
pick-up lines were truly lame.
When sitting, my
costume revealed my thighs,
which seemed to be a
magnet for the guys.
My lover was among
the gazing flock,
He leered at me with
barely hidden lust.
His fairy had
appeared.
The absence of a
potion was not feared,
as his eyes roamed
from ankles up to bust.
His codpiece was
enlarged, and not with socks.
The elixir was
visual nothing more.
Adventure comes to
men when they explore.
I saw some girls
were equally entranced
with fairy wings and
panty showing skirt,
and thus I tweaked
my plan
and this is how my
fairy tale began.
I planned and
schemed and still had time to flirt
and with each wink I
found my plan enhanced.
With stealth each
girl departed then came back
prepared to mount
our fairy tale attack.
Each girl returned
in fairy tale attire
and each in turn
gave their farewell that night
then walked out to
the sea.
We danced and
splashed and shared a fine esprit
and spoke of fairy
kings and mortal's plight
and all the fantasy
the men require.
My lover saw his
fairies on the beach
but all of us were
well beyond his reach.
When I got home
light hues announced the dawn.
my drunken lover was
unconscious yet.
He needed all his
sleep.
As planned, his
dreams were bothersome and deep.
He woke and pulled
me close and said, "Annette,
It frightened me
when last night you were gone.
It gave me pause and
gave me cause to grieve.
I'll not again go
chasing make believe."
© Lawrencealot -
April 14, 2014
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