For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, sentences, or ideas in Virginia Woolf’s Diary.
For this poem, I borrowed the syllable count from a Tyburn (2 2 2 2 9 9) but not its rhyme structure (the two-syllable lines all rhyme and those words are all repeated as the 5th-8th syllables in the last two lines, which also rhyme). That rhyme scheme gave me a headache (plus, to be totally honest, it’s far beyond my capacity as a sense-making poet).
Here’s the line from Woolf that serves as inspiration and found words: “Here I must resolve first of all to find some long solid book to read. What? Tristram Shandy? French memoirs?”
I have several long solid books to read but am struggling to focus and concentrate. Reading during a pandemic isn’t easy.
Day #8: Reading in a Pandemic
a long solid book. Tristram Shandy?
French memoirs? Perhaps Russian novels.