This summer has been beyond compare. A memorable summer of heat and sunshine enough for swimming, bicycling and writing in the shade of a maple tree. I swam with my grandchildren while on vacation in New Jersey and swam in Provincetown when I wasn’t writing or reading poetry.
I’ve been writing about women who have caught my fancy such as Mrs. Mary Delaney who began the most important work of her life when she passed the age of seventy and Bathsheba Ruggles Spooner who had her husband murdered. The stories seem to flow but imbuing the poems with some rhythm has been a challenge. I’m looking for some narrative poems that have lyrical beauty. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
I’ve been reading nursery rhymes to my youngest granddaughters as well as listening to them being read by my eight year old granddaughter. Perhaps that will help my ear to become more attuned to rhythmic poetry. A fun activity in any case.