So tonight, as I was reading
(Pratt and Sprague de Camp’s novellas
Set in varied mythic landscapes),
I found that the evening’s story
Was set in the Kalevala —
That’s the epic poem of Finland,
Just in case you aren’t familiar.
Now, one aspect of that epic
Is its mesmerizing meter —
They’re tetrameters trochaic,
As were used by old Longfellow
In his Song of Hiawatha.
And so as the evening rolled on,
I discovered I was speaking —
Not just speaking, even thinking
In octosyllabic phrases.
Now I find that I am waiting,
Wond’ring when I’ll break this pattern.
Still, I find myself admitting
It’s a pretty nifty gimmick,
And I’m glad that it supplied me
With material for posting
On a boring Wednesday evening.
All the same, I had best stop now
As I’m teaching in the morning,
And I’m sure my Freshman Comp class
Would lack patience for this nonsense
At 8 in my chilly classroom,
Reading Flannery O’Connor.
So I think I’ll end this blogpost
And I’ll hope that before long, I’ll
Turn back toward my normal stylings
And their more prosaic rhythms.