Pantoum Notes

About the Jez of It

Originally a Malaysian form the Pantoum was adapted by the French and c popular in Europe, with Baudelaire and Fouinet being amongst the foremost users of the form.

The Pantoum is a strict repeating form with no stanza count, the French Pantoum as an eight-syllable count, the Malaysian style has no syllable count. The French style includes a repeat back to complete the circle, whereas that isn’t necessary with the Malaysian form

The rhyme scheme is as follows
A1B1A2B2 B2C1B2C2 C1D1C2D2 …. For the French Pantoum Z1A2Z2A1

Malaysian Pantoum Example

Claire de Lune by Terry Clitheroe

The moonlight shines on singing waters
A chorus repeated by humming stones
In a composition of competing meters
Bringing peace to my stressed bones.

A chorus repeated by humming stones
Under the light of a strawberry moon
Bringing peace to my stressed bones,
It’s not hard for souls to become attuned.

Under the light…

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multiple life epiphanies


Peedeel's Blog

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus
Notebooks 1951-1959

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Oh yes

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Witches do not always stand with their feet inside of a salt circle.

They do not perpetually speak in chants, nor do they weigh their pockets witch pillar candles and incense sticks.

You can find them in coffee shops, whispering to their cup as they stir it purposefully in a counterclockwise direction (banishing whatever flack they got earlier).

You can find a witch in the dressing room of a thrift shop, touching the mirror and enchanting it to show the onlooker how beautiful they are, no matter what they wear.

You can find them in animal shelters, cuddling with the black dog or cat, debating whether or not they can take them home.

You can find a witch in demolished cities, drawing sigils in the dust. You can find them planting gardens for food when a hurricane or tornado stole every seed ever planted in the area.

You can find…

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new ways to live and heal the earth


Peedeel's Blog

And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.

Kitty O’Meara
And The People Stayed Home

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Saturday Caturday

I walked into the bathroom today & heard a meow. I didn’t see anyone … but wait! There’s a cat in the cupboard!

photograph © polly macdavid

the maiden the mother the crone

love this

finding serendiipitii

the deepest waters run the stillest in their depths
she learned their language at an early age
tossed through waves, bathed in tides
the sun treated her kindly, tickled her skin
freckles doting on her like a grandmother
she entrusted her being to the way of life
and when she spread her arms into the grass
they gave bountifully, singing with her

what you give out will always come back
and she gave with fervor, her love strong
her belief unshakable
she gave her heart and expected nothing back
She took notice.

clandestine hut, tailored to her soul rather than her hands
bundles of sage dangled where the cats played
a comely face tread the hollow of the room
fire lit, eternally bathing her feet in warmth
newly finished runes etched with care
wooden floor to hold their magic
dried bones and crushed leaves, satchel of sunflowers

in the…

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Beheading the Rose – The Mystery of St Valentine

As Robert Hunter once said, “Roses always work”

France & Vincent


In a plastic bucket beside the counter sat a dozen roses, each one individually wrapped, slightly faded, but with their heads held firmly erect in the stiff plastic. Each one would doubtless be bought and, given their garage location probably as an afterthought, along with the milk and petrol, and taken home to a loved one as a token. For many, that would be the extent of their expression of devotion for another year. For many recipients, it would mean the world. It was a sad sight.

On the 14th of February, across the western world, florists, jewellers and chocolatiers make a commercial killing as lovers and hopeful romantics celebrate St Valentine’s Day. Few of us are immune from interest in this date. Some pay court and show their hearts to a loved one, some stand firmly in the camp that sees the celebration simply as a money-making scam, while…

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Saturday Caturday

Winter continues here in Buffalo, NY. I was out shopping most of the morning, walking to Dash’s, the Lexington Coop, & Dollar General. When I got home, I put in a load of wash & took a nap on the small couch in my living room.

Unlike most of my naps, none of the cats wanted to sleep with me. I woke up wondering where they were.

Jack was on his afghan throne.

Radar & Bobby were curled up together by the heating vent underneath my desk.

all photographs © polly macdavid

Muzdawidj Notes

Sounds very musical.

About the Jez of It

Persian poetry influenced other nations and whilst Turkish poetry also developed it, it was slightly later influenced by Persian poetry and was popular in Turkey until the fall of the Ottoman Empire. Early Urdu Mathnawi was at first religious in nature, but because of Persian influence included romance, and adventure and even secular stories. The Arabic Mathnawi (Called Muzdawidj) has one major difference in that it is presented as a triplet with the rhyme scheme

aaa bbb ccc and so on


Coast Guardians by Ivor Hogg

There is no place I'd rather be.
Than here where I can watch the sea.
Which ebbs and flows continually.

The beach that forms the boundary
and seperates the land and sea.
Is prone to change erratically.

I know the changes I can see
Last only temporarily.
Until the next tide probably.

Most changes only transient.
They're very rarely permanent.
A fact that's…

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