Poem in self-invented rhyme scheme.
Ever seen an arête*? Now that is scary
a narrow ridge, abyss each side.
There’s one on Snowdon,**
a path so slender on rocky knife edge set,
deep drop to scree-scratched bowl down there
and dark blue shadowed depths of nowhere
the other side. Walk the tightrope without a net,
arms reaching out but not to hold on;
it’s balance alone that’s here required
to walk this route, that’s something hairy.
Line Count: 10
Rhyme scheme self-invented and named the Rebound Form.
The rhyme is a-b-c-d-e-e-d-c-b-a. Yes, I know, ridiculous.
I considered specifying syllables or word count per line but
decided that was overkill and besides, it’s hard enough as it is.
* Arête: a narrow ridge of rock which separates two valleys
**Snowdon: tallest mountain in Wales