On Our Last
Day
On our last day, a backyard swing
Ka-reeked and squawked. You took the ring
I’d given
you, a promise made
Before
our love began to fade
Like some forgotten sun-struck thing,
And threw it. The last day of spring—
A fine time for abandoning
This
ever-sickening masquerade.
On
our last day,
The kids outside began to sing
Some rhyming song. (“Bye Baby Bunting”
I think
it’s called.) And while they played
I gripped
your neck and pulled the shade,
Heard Daddy’s
gone a-hunting,
on our last
day.-------------------------------------------
Tony Maude hosts tonight's dVerse Form For All with an invitation to write a rondeau. I hadn't written this form in years, but Tony's excellent article gives the pertinent information. With so many matching rhymes the form is a challenge: R(efrain)aabba-aabR-aabbaR. I stayed pretty traditional throughout; however, I did take some slight liberties with meter in the last stanza since it seemed to fit the unsettled, degenerating mindset of the narrator.
