Main threats revealed:
Sinister sestinas whose six-line stanzas
steamrolled through Salem,
leaving the city flatter than the man
who was pressed to death
during the Witch Trials,
lines on paper that spewed the evilest of words,
words unknown to humans.
Villainous villanelles befell
Vienna, pummelling it with rhymes
and refrains in barbed tercets,
spiked with a terse quatrain.
Quarrelsome quaterns quashed
Quail Ridge, flexing form muscles
far beyond their quadrifarious
octosyllabic limits, stretched
in jagged edges and antitraditional lengths.
The haiku of many a dove,
once a symbol of peace and gentle love,
hovered above slate skies
then thrust downward with the
pronged force of Poseidon’s trident.
Seas raged, seas boiled
far beneath where lengthy couplets
overlapped each other to form fault planes,
from which rose mountainous water-walls.
Deeper within Earth’s core,
angry anagrammatics,
seething sevenlings,
killer kyrielles
await the chance to cast
their mad imaginations upon mankind.
Deeper still lies poetry’s secret weapon:
No rules in free verse!
