A paradelle for you.

While procrastinating writing a sonnet for my creative writing class, I started looking at some of the poems I wrote my senior year for a class. I came across a paradelle I wrote. Basically, a paradelle is a type of poem format some guy came up with to mock other strict formats such as a villanelle. As you may have guessed, the format is quite grueling. You'll get what I mean after reading my poem.

And now, for your enjoyment, my paradelle.

Paradelle for Fox

The trees are a blur of forest.

The trees are a blur of forest.

Their branches hit the window like angry fingers.

Their branches hit the window like angry fingers.

The forest fingers blur the angry window,

Their trees are like branches of a hit.

Under a bridge the water surges onward.

Under a bridge the water surges onward.

Blue plays with the sun at its depths.

Blue plays with the sun at its depths.

A bridge under the blue sun plays the water

at depths onward with its surges.

The fox comes from his shadowed lair.

The fox comes from his shadowed lair.

Hearing hastening wind it rushes to its young.

Hearing hastening wind it rushes to its young.

His shadowed hearing rushes from the wind fox,

It comes to its hastening young lair.

Its branches under a shadowed bridge

are hearing young forest fox.

Their blur plays with the hastening at a wind.

His sun comes to the fingers of the angry depths.

Onward it surges like the blue lair,

Its water rushes from the hit window trees.