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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

IN-FORM POET: The Alouette

The Alouette was created by Jan Turner.

It consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

"Alouette" is a French word, which means ‘skylark’, and this form is reminiscent of the lark’s song-like expression as presented here. The word 'alouette' can also mean "a children's song" (usually sung in a group). This poetry form is not necessarily for children's poetry (although can be applied that way), as it works through that style with short lines.


Marie Elena’s Alouette for "wee little kidlins" 

Timberly tumble
Jimberly jumble
Let’s go to the petting zoo.
Wigglety wiggle
Gigglety giggle
Loads of fun things we can do!

Timberly tumble
Jimberly jumble
Feel the fluffy bunny fur.
Wigglety wiggle
Gigglety giggle
Listen to the tiger purr.

Timberly tumble
Jimberly jumble
Bottle-feed a baby goat.
Wigglety wiggle
Gigglety giggle
Screech Owl sings a high-pitched note.

Timberly tumble
Jimberly jumble
Milk a mama dairy cow.
Wigglety wiggle
Gigglety giggle
Mama says, "Be careful, now!"

Timberly tumble
Jimberly jumble
Crackers for a pretty doe.
Mumbley mumble
Grumbley grumble
Mama said it’s time to go.

Copyright © 2011 Marie Elena Good

Walt’s Alouette:

I hear it gently,
and I mentally
take note of the lilting song.
Angel voices sing
the soundtrack of Spring.
Their chorus is loud and strong.

Morning brings their sound,
and it is around
dawn’s first light that I hear it.
A poet’s heart sees
the living beauty
within euphonic spirit.

I begin each day
the exact same way.
I am thankful for this gift.
My whispered prayer
rises through the air;
as their harmonies uplift.

Copyright © 2011 Walt Wojtanik

Try an Alouette if the muse strikes you.


  1. Ah! Louette!

    Open wide say, ah!
    Not too wide, so far.
    You will feel a pinch as I
    push the needle in.
    It might start to sting
    It won't hurt I tell no lie.

    Just let go relax,
    it's a well known fact,
    fear and tension can cause pain,
    it's a simple truth.
    Very soon your tooth
    won't cause you hurt again.

    by Michele Brenton aka banana_the-poet

  2. This form seems more suited to a less serious subject than mine, but this was on my mind today and wanted to be written as an alouette:


    A cold lump of clay
    smeared in disarray,
    wet sludge waiting to be shaped;
    nothing on my own,
    no bright precious stone-
    just unrefined, coarse, unshaped-

    until my master
    drapes the wet plaster
    upon his pottery wheel;
    then I am molded,
    fashioned and folded,
    shaped according to his will.

  3. Yay!! We have some takers! Nice work, ladies.

    Elizabeth: you know I am always encouraged by your faith-based writing. :)

    Banana: Ouchie ouchie!! ;)

  4. Garden of Truth

    Can't be swept away
    hidden, led astray.
    Truth blooms and spreads with strong roots
    gripping in the earth
    causing smiles and mirth.
    A treasure one cannot loot.

    On the other hand
    a lie will rip land
    apart. Causing weeds to sprout
    destroying the soil.
    No amount of toil
    can fix roots damaged by doubt.

    So plant seeds that bloom
    and a garden soon
    will overflow with virtue.
    A sanctuary
    of joy. A very
    enchanting, breathtaking view.


    Falling deep in blue
    into clouds of you
    how'd I come upon this view
    through mist and hazy
    dew, sleepy, lazy
    days kissed by faint shades of blue

    Looking in your dreams
    starry tidal streams
    to know, to touch thoughts so true
    deep within your heart
    your light touch imparts
    days kissed by faint shades of blue

  6. The Flag Waves

    The U. S. flag waves
    as it boldly braves
    the elements, like the ones
    who battled before
    in many a war,
    keep free our daughters and sons.

    It flies strong and true,
    the red, white, and blue—
    thirteen stripes and fifty stars.
    Stars stand for the states.
    Stripes –colonies’ mates.
    Divine goal—stars, sunrays—bars.

    Red—brave, hardiness,
    white—pure, innocence,
    blue—justice, perseverance.
    Holding to ideals,
    resolution seals,
    Americans taking stance.

    We pledge to be true
    to red, white and blue
    and to the people who maintain,
    united and free,
    letting liberty
    and justice for all to reign.

  7. alouette: face paint

    plain dull white, my house

    drab spinster, old mouse

    craves painted lady color
rouge, eye liner–shades,
saturations, grades.

    all gloriously vulgar.

  8. oops. I missed a (2 or more stanzas) part of the description. is there a 'louette? one that isn't AL there?

    Guess I need more stanzas. rats.

  9. " ... one that isn't AL there" =) Heehee!

  10. Fun form, guys, thank you for sharing. Loved the contrast between both of yours. Marie, yours is so fun, entirely submittable to a venue like Baby Bug.

    Here's mine:

    Heard in Front of the Supermarket
    (an Alouette)

    I’ve got somethin’ for
    All you moms, and more,
    An offer you can’t refuse!
    Sweet as it can be,
    So cheap, almost free.
    C’mon, you simply can’t lose!

    Ten little pink toes,
    One tiny cute nose.
    Here’s a deal you just can’t miss!
    She looks like a doll,
    Hardly stinks at all.
    Wanna buy my baby sis?

  11. I haven't dared to read the others yet - I found the form a struggle, mainly because syllable counting doesn't come naturally to me -I prefer stressed metric poetry.

    No theme came to mind until I read a naturalist’s report of the early arrival of damselflies in May.

    Nature Notes

    The red damselfly
    though I don’t know why
    has two sizes, large and small;
    is known to be red
    with very large head
    lives up to six weeks, that’s all.

    The blue damselfly
    is not blue by the by -
    in fact it is almost white -
    like its red cousins
    appears in dozens
    in flickering flight.

  12. Oops! Last line should be:

    in May, in flickering flight

  13. I don't think this is "my" form. But it's out there somewhere (ever the wishful thinker)

    shapes expectations:
    dreams grow within their culture.
    because I want more
    I go to the store
    a product of mass clutter

    my plain dull white house
    drab spinster, old mouse
    craves painted lady color
    rouge, eye liner--shades,
    saturations, grades.
    all gloriously vulgar.

    my old living space
    wants a change of face
    to knock it out of dolor
    my Self, I want trim,
    crisp; one might say "prim"
    (and, of course, smaller)

    I want me to be
    what I see on TV
    my Cinderella nature
    wants magical change
    but nothing too strange;
    just pleasant as a picture.

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