Beneath the Willows

by Chado

Lost that dull plot so many years ago,
Some guy named Heathcliff, a prim, proper room;
Something dark on the moors portending doom—
(No, wait—that was “Baskervilles”, different show).

A wuthering woman, her savage beau—
A conflict with tradition, hearts in thrall;
Romantic English swoons. Forgot them all
While seeking the plot beneath a willow.

Catherine? Constance? The heroine’s name
Escapes me evermore, and I don’t care.
A Brontë sister here receives the blame

For boring me with chick-lit and hot air.
That’s all I can recall. The novel’s fame 
Would indicate there must be something there . . .

 

PROMPT #1: write a poem that recounts the plot,
or some portion of the plot,
of a novel that you haven’t read in a long time.

7 comments on “Beneath the Willows”

  1. Unknown's avatar Anonymous says:
    April 1, 2024 at 10:07 am

    Much fun – seemingly light but laden with technique. Congrats!

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  2. michnavs's avatar michnavs says:
    April 1, 2024 at 10:35 am

    aw..i am so thrilled we used the same Novel…and i love your take ..

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  3. krstaten's avatar krstaten says:
    April 1, 2024 at 11:17 am

    I loved this! Strict form + fun writing always gets me. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. Sunra Rainz's avatar Sunra Rainz says:
    April 1, 2024 at 1:52 pm

    Ha ha, Brilliant! I love the sardonic tone of this poem 🙂

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