WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rhupunt

It’s about time for the first WD Poetic Form Challenge of 2018. Let’s write the rhupunt!

Find the rules for writing rhupunt here. This Welsh form is loaded with rhymes, variability, and fun.

So start writing them and sharing here on the blog (this specific post) for a chance to be published in Writer’s Digest magazine–as part of the Poetic Asides column. (Note: You have to log in to the site to post comments/poems; creating an account is free.)

Here’s how the challenge works:

  • Challenge is free. No entry fee.
  • The winner (and sometimes a runner-up or two) will be featured in a future edition of Writer’s Digest magazine as part of the Poetic Asides column.
  • Deadline 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time) on February 28, 2018.
  • Poets can enter as many rhupunts as they wish. The more “work” you make for me the better, but remember: I’m judging on quality, not quantity.
  • All poems should be previously unpublished. If you have a specific question about your specific situation, just send me an e-mail at robert.brewer@fwmedia.com. Or just write a new rhupunt. They’re fun to write; I promise.
  • I will only consider poems shared in the comments below. It gets too confusing for me to check other posts, go to other blogs, etc.
  • Speaking of posting, if this is your first time, your comment may not appear immediately. However, it should appear within a day (or 3–if shared on the weekend). So just hang tight, and it should appear eventually. If not, send me an e-mail at the address above.
  • Please include your name as you would like it to appear in print. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to use your user/screen name, which might be something like HaikuPrincess007 or MrLineBreaker. WD has a healthy circulation, so make it easy for me to get your byline correct.
  • Finally–and most importantly–be sure to have fun!

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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community, which means he maintains this blog, edits a couple Market Books (Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market), writes a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine, leads online education, speaks around the country on publishing and poetry, and a lot of other fun writing-related stuff. He’s also the author of the poetry collection Solving the World’s Problems.

Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.

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110 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rhupunt

  1. Jane Shlensky

    Preparation

    The sky is white and thick as night,
    a fluffy fright of milk-glass fog.

    From out the mist that hangs earth-kissed,
    I pause and list to crow and frog;

    days water-born are often torn
    from rains forlorn as swampy bog,

    but come the spring when everything
    is bud and wing, we’ll smile, agog.

  2. Jane Shlensky

    Helpmate

    She walks behind as if assigned to him, half-blind
    with age and strife.

    He needs a maid from what he’s said, but she’s not paid.
    She is his wife.

    Old men back then learned not to bend, false pride their friend
    like blade of knife.

    She walks behind, loving and kind, as if she’ll find
    a better life.

  3. Jane Shlensky

    Simple Gifts
    “Live, love, laugh and be happy…” Harry M. Woods, composer

    The pasture fills with robins, trills
    like giggling girls heralding spring.

    Flickers of reds and bobbing heads–
    get out of beds and take to wing.

    Awake! Arise! Early bird cries
    open our eyes to joys they bring.

    Nature can give reasons to live.
    Be positive and praises sing!

  4. Jane Shlensky

    Farmer’s Life

    His flannel shirt is worn, and dirt
    clings to the hurt place on his hand.

    His boots are scuffed, mud-laden, roughed
    by clods, the stuff of rocky land.

    He smells of wind, sweat, long days’ end,
    his back’s deep bend–garden’s demand,

    but he grows food and thinks it good
    he’s understood and understands.

  5. Jane Shlensky

    Farmer’s Life

    His flannel shirt is worn, and dirt
    clings to the hurt place on his hand.

    His boots are scuffed, mud-laden, roughed
    by clods, the stuff of rocky land.

    He smells of wind, sweat, long days’ end,
    his back’s deep bend–garden’s demand,

    but he grows food and thinks it good
    he’s understood and understands.

  6. Jane Shlensky

    Color Me

    I study blues’ varying hues from Malibus
    to shades of teal

    October skies deep as your eyes, my mother’s sighs
    that make me feel

    blue has a bite of darkest night, of cold delight
    that must be real

    but violet and peach sunset help me forget
    what will not heal.

  7. Jane Shlensky

    Resprung

    We poke around the sodden ground until we’ve found
    the spring’s deep source.

    Then clear away sticks, brambles, clay, to feel the play
    of water’s force–

    a gush so pure, a liquid cure, for thirsts endure
    despite, perforce.

    If stories told us there was gold beneath this fold
    of earth, of course

    we’d count our wealth, like horded pelf, wizards of stealth,
    with no remorse,

    but now we heed a higher need: water can seed
    a universe.

  8. Jane Shlensky

    For a Pileated Woodpecker

    He flies to me, flits tree to tree, yodeling, See?
    I’ll sing for you.

    A top-knot red atop his head, his vast wingspread
    flash into view.

    Perhaps bizarre my feelings are–how like a star,
    he fills the blue,

    and songbirds’ eyes take in his size and realize
    ancient and new,

    part dinosaur with wings that soar–I shout Encore!
    each rendezvous.

  9. Jane Shlensky

    Distraction

    His muscled chest
    atop the rest
    has proved the best
    distraction

    for exercise
    of core and thighs–
    he is my eyes’
    confection.

    He lifts and groans,
    (Did I just moan?)
    savors his own
    reflection.

    Pleasure and pain
    cannot explain
    how to restrain
    inspection.

  10. nunofatela

    The kind heart bows
    by Nuno Fatela

    the kind heart bows to sincere vows, built to arouse loud dreams again
    please be aware, life is not fair, and stand prepared to help a friend
    pain binds us both, who broke our oath, nothing to loathe, no love to mend
    words to be said by throats who bled when pages pled for hope to end

  11. hpaquette

    Almost Dinner

    God only knows why I arose
    stretching my toes at dawn today;

    Oh yes, to fish, my hubby’s wish
    for a nice dish, a fresh fillet.

    With rod and reel I truly feel
    our tasty meal is in this bay,

    but at the dock the hours, tick tock
    pass as we rock and gently sway.

    At once – a bite! We pull with might
    and what a sight – oh happy day!

    We’ve caught our prize; I tell no lies
    about its size – three feet, I’d say

    He’s a quick one, and having fun
    as we’re not done – he gets away.

    – Heather Paquette

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