It’s one of the recurring themes in my writing of poetry. Such a simple poetic structure, but lots of fun. Lunes require three lines. That’s all. Three simple lines. A pattern to follow. They go like this:
3 words5 words
3 words –but with a twist at the end!
A lune has more flexibility than its ancient cousin, haiku and has no essential connection with nature. It’s just 3/5/3 and away you go!
So lunes it is. Today, my notebook swells even further as I fill the pages with an assortment of lunes. All the time, I’m trying to snap the reader to attention with the final line. Shock and awe…
With lunes every word must do its job. There is no room for pasengers. You are forced to tinker and slide word fragments around in your head in search of the best arrangement. Embrace the challenge. This is all part of being joyfully literate!
Think of lunes another way. They make a great introduction to poetry for many young writers who have previously viewed poetry as something beyond their reach. They write one, and they’re off and running with these wordy delights. Lunes present an opportunity for essential word play. I can honestly say, lunes have never let me down as a vehicle for teaching poetry. There very structure provides a comforting scaffold for the inexperienced poet.
So, as I sit in my study, a host of new lunes have spilt onto the pages of my notebook. I now share some of my loopy lunes with you, dear readers in the hope that they inspire the poet within to dabble in a little lunacy.
On the clifftop (3)I sang silly love songs (5)
To a koala (3)
On Monday evening
I took my beach towel
To the supermarket
Over the hillIn the early morning light
A spaceship hovered
In my carDriving down the Monash Freeway
Making fish faces
In my backyardI watched clouds roll by
Bird poop bomb!
At the seasideI dived into foaming waves
Wearing pink slippers
Watch me nowAmong the bright red tulips
Eating mashed bananas
Something concerns meI think it might be
Your green toes