Poetic Forms and Dance Steps: A Sonnet

ROBIN WILLIG

This attempt of a Shakespearean sonnet was started in the Poetic Forms workshop at Girls Write Now, in which I was challenged to follow the rules. I was inspired by the freedom with which those rules were rejected by our fearless mentees.

Surely men made up the poetic forms

Sonnet, sestina, villanelle, cinquain

Like boys and drinking games in college dorms

How ’bout: Five tercets and then a quatrain

Repeat this word, third stanza, second line

How low can you go, can you go down low?

So I chafe and resist those rules assigned

Who counts the syllables? And also: no.

It’s not the words with which I so quarrel

But arbitrary, patriarchal rules

The art confounds me. Wherefore the laurels

Would women create such confining tools?

You and I, let’s create our new bounty

Let’s write lines as if no one is counting

Lawless. Unburdened. Free.