The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
I'm not sure I can put this properly, but I think Cosmic Warlord Kin-Bright wants to ransack English's resources. If that makes any sense.
I misread this and thought you mused that somehow, spiritually, Kin-Bright wants to raid monasteries on the northeast coast of England.
I suspect that raiding monasteries on the northeast coast of England doesn't sit a million miles away from the sort of thing Kin-Bright would do, given the opportunity.
I thought of you, actually, yesterday, while reading a little volume of Tolkien, several iterations he wrote adapting a piece of Breton folklore. One version is aaab, for instance, while another uses head rhyme along with metered feet. Despite how poetry is actually what got me into writing, it's not actually my specialty, so plumbing the depths of how a poem works is usually a bit beyond me. But I can still appreciate the way rhyme schemes change the reader's relationship to the words, for example.
A lot of it is alchemy, alchemy that I feel less confident I understand the more I study poetry! One interesting effect of rhyme seems to be anticipation, that cueing that it causes in an audience's heads—most tangibly felt when a poem or song seems like it's going to deliver something rude as a rhyme word but then swerves away, but I suspect operating more generally.
