Rules for the Pantoum:
1. Each pantoum stanza must be four lines long
2.The length of the pantoum is unspecified but the pantoum must begin and end with the same line.
3.The second and fourth lines of first quatrain of the pantoum become the first and third lines of the next, and so on with succeeding quatrains.
4.If the writer chooses to rhyme her pantoum (a p.i.a. I avoid when I can) the rhyme scheme of each quatrain is abab.
5.The final quatrain of the pantoum changes this pattern.
6.In the final quatrain of the pantoum the unrepeated first and third lines are used in reverse as the second and fourth lines.
An Aside: The next time I post a pantoum, I shall force myself to rhyme each quatrain.
The following first effort was about an hour in the making.
Rabbits and Turtles Lived on the Leash
Who are these men?
Where are my boys?
They were at breast this morning
I fear these men
have finally snatched them
Hold my hand; stay close; no running boys
One, the oldest, required a leash
Malls, parks, cars, all of them
without me will bite, maybe eat you young men
Rabbits and Turtles live on the leash
Stores carry Mickeys and Minnies
I prefer a timeless beings for my men
There will always be turtles and rabbits
Unthinking mothers buy Mickeys and Minnies
Don’t they know about Steamboat Willie?
Why you’d scarcely recognize him not so with old turtles and rabbits
Mickey has a girl friend, no boat
Today’s young man wants Minnies for Willie
Snatched as infants by console or station
The Rabbit and Turtle are timeless so is a bathtub sailboat
Boys aren’t timeless nor me
Our T.V. I say, has one station
Sesame Street manic Fred a good neighbor
You were thirteen before I told you he and Mr. Welk were dead never fear, never me
as animation history only, I allow the old mouse and his boat
Fine. Now that you are a neighbor
Now that your father is dead
You may drink red punch with the poor, not of your station
Still you’ll learn reproduction from me
I mourn my boys, two now dead
These men have eaten them
I wish they’d eaten me
Neighbor used to say “Sweet enough to eat” Now she was of our station
I miss and mourn and measure them
Big babies fat and long
Now tall and hard and far still they must eat
It’s the hardness cuts and hurts me
Shout dysfunctional! Cry out Oedipal at a mother to them too long
Stupid girl will find out
From my empty bowl you’ll eat with me
Your unborn this morning, this afternoon will be tall and hard and far
Where are my boys?
Who are these men?