by Ashley Lister
One of the pleasures of the rictameter is that there is no
need for rhyme: it relies on a strict adherence to syllable count. (Well, as
strict as syllable counts can be given our different regional pronunciations).
I know we looked at this form back in August last year, but it’s never too soon to revisit a quality form of poetry.
The
Rictameter starts off with a two syllable line, moves up to a four syllable,
and then a six and an eight and a ten syllable line, before going on to an
eight syllable line, followed by a six, a four and a two syllable closure. The
final line is a repeat of the first line, so it helps if it’s something punchy
and memorable.
oral
mouth, lips and tongue
ready to devour
yet bestowing so much pleasure
sucking, slurping, spitting or swallowing
an overwhelm of sensation
that ends in liquid rush
and wanting more
oral
As always, I look forward to seeing your poetry in the
comments box below.
Ash
14 February 2016
Valentine (Rictameter)
By Lisabet Sarai
Naked,
kneeling, falling
into another world
where I await your pleasure, sweet
surrender my love offering to you.
With whips and kisses you assert
your claim, with voice alone
own me, strip me
naked.
Lisabet
Wonderful as always. The narrative in this one keeps the pace moving and content is so jammed with erotic detail it works very well.
What a lovely way to start Valentine's Day.
Ash