Hi Chris, seeing as you garnered a vote from me this month (although hey, why did Starbeast get a thank you and not me?! Grrr....) it's fairly clear that I enjoyed this one. The clever "terrortry" wordplay was clearly no typo IMO. The theme of the cat as the outsider is twofold: literally the cat is outside the house, where he belongs. But figuratively he is the lone, loyal, battle-worn sentry considered to be little more than an unrefined brute by his "employers" - the conceit is both amusing and slightly poignant.
The problem - or, should I say, challenge, I find with using verse in the Challenges is that you're constrained by word count, whereas in true verse you're constrained by rhythm and structure. I'm not sure the two are always compatible.
For me, the test of verse is how well it stands up to being read aloud. There was enough in this poem to enjoy that it earned a vote, but it's not perfect.
For example, the line "relentless barrier enforcer" is two syllables too long - more specifically, the word "barrier" is two syllables too long. In the first line the corresponding line "My terrortry the garden" is complete, and in the second stanza it stumbles and trips over the same attempted rhythm.
Contrarily, the line, "I'm still here, he is long away" sounds one syllable too many. Why didn't you contract "he is" to "he's" (especially seeing as earlier in the line you use the contraction "I'm")??
And it's later in the poem where the problems with word count versus true structure. In the first stanza, the last couplet carries an iambic pentameter pulse. The second stanza uses iambic tetrameter for the closing couplet, and it ever so slightly jars, as though you didn't quite have enough words to create a true pentameter...
The "where is / fairies" half-rhyme is a bit cheeky, if I'm being harsh, considering the rest of the verse is in full-rhyme, but the lovely image in the last line is enough that you get away with it.
I'm being hyper critical here seeing as you put it up for comment and, as you know old chap, pointing this stuff out on the discussion boards just isn't cricket. But I do admire you for sticking with verse when you've an added constraint to deal with. I tried poetry just the once for the Challenges (the Historical Fiction challenge last year). I was quite pleased with the results, but it got zero votes, and I really wouldn't want to do it every month, so hats off to you.
And please don't feel downhearted by the critique - remember, you did get a vote from yours truly!
The problem - or, should I say, challenge, I find with using verse in the Challenges is that you're constrained by word count, whereas in true verse you're constrained by rhythm and structure. I'm not sure the two are always compatible.
For me, the test of verse is how well it stands up to being read aloud. There was enough in this poem to enjoy that it earned a vote, but it's not perfect.
For example, the line "relentless barrier enforcer" is two syllables too long - more specifically, the word "barrier" is two syllables too long. In the first line the corresponding line "My terrortry the garden" is complete, and in the second stanza it stumbles and trips over the same attempted rhythm.
Contrarily, the line, "I'm still here, he is long away" sounds one syllable too many. Why didn't you contract "he is" to "he's" (especially seeing as earlier in the line you use the contraction "I'm")??
I actually think you made the correct decision with the posted version, though as said above, I probably would have used two contractions rather than one.The use of 'foodbowl' rather than two words is covered by leaving a word or two spare - otherwise, for the rhythm it would have been:- 'I am still here, while he is long away'.
And it's later in the poem where the problems with word count versus true structure. In the first stanza, the last couplet carries an iambic pentameter pulse. The second stanza uses iambic tetrameter for the closing couplet, and it ever so slightly jars, as though you didn't quite have enough words to create a true pentameter...
This is a wonderful line of verse, textbook rhythms, a beautifully captured image undercut by the aggressive sounds at the end.The youngsters play, lawn-leap with growls and snarlings
Whereas this line loses that fifth beat and feels as though it's left hanging, slightly. Ditto the final line.The foodbowl impacts doorstep, where is
The "where is / fairies" half-rhyme is a bit cheeky, if I'm being harsh, considering the rest of the verse is in full-rhyme, but the lovely image in the last line is enough that you get away with it.
I'm being hyper critical here seeing as you put it up for comment and, as you know old chap, pointing this stuff out on the discussion boards just isn't cricket. But I do admire you for sticking with verse when you've an added constraint to deal with. I tried poetry just the once for the Challenges (the Historical Fiction challenge last year). I was quite pleased with the results, but it got zero votes, and I really wouldn't want to do it every month, so hats off to you.
And please don't feel downhearted by the critique - remember, you did get a vote from yours truly!