(written 9/88; Webbed 10/96)
Broken bottle: light liqueur lies
drying in a little puddle;
Molly-doggy, in a muddle;
Sally-puppy, seeking trouble;
licking liquid, liking liquor
lapping at the dripping ichor
Molly lagging, lollygagging,
roly-poly silly Sally
willy-nilly, tripping, slipping,
dropping; stopping; dizzy buzzing;
Sally soon is busy dozing.
Molly boggles; giggling, wobbles,
slowing, stopping, yawning, napping.
This was the first, and probably the best, poem I wrote in the “Metrical Phonology of Poetry” linguistics seminar at Swarthmore, a combination poetry workshop and in-depth linguistics seminar. I was just playing with sounds of words, and it all came together rather nicely.
I was chagrined to later learn that ichor is pronounced EYE-kor rather than IH-kor, but I think it works okay even with the long i.