Today’s writing challenge: To write the sparrowlet poem*
Again, inspired by Grace‘s suggestion that drinkers at dVerse Poets’ Pub might toy with a little morsel of an invented poetic form, as described after my experimental response to Grace’s challenge.

dRone and dRum: for Robin Friend my Muse is dumb I cannot speak; the Song Thrush has a silent beak. His throat is still, his tongue is numb, the Raven's 'Nevermore' is bleak I dance in mime upon my drum I cannot speak; my Muse is dumb behind me now I need you all I plead you: catch me lest I stall with calf, so heavy is the cow without your gaze I stumble, fall much further than you might allow I need you all behind me now © Kathy Labrum McVittie 24 February 2022
- About Sparrowlets, from Grace at dVerse Poets’ Pub:
The Sparrowlet is an invented stanzaic form created by Kathrine Sparrow that she calls a variation of the Swap Quatrain. The defining feature is the inversion of the 2 hemistichs of L1 in L6 of each stanza.
The elements of the Sparrowlet are:
- stanzaic, written in any number of sixains. (A stanza of 6 lines).
- syllabic, lines of 8 syllables each. (Often written in iambic tetrameter.)
- rhymed, rhyme scheme BbabaA.
- L1 and L6 of each stanza is written in 2 hemistichs. (Hemistich means a half a line of a verse).
- The 2 halves of L1 are inverted and repeated as a refrain in L6. The last line MUST be the EXACT SAME as line 1, just switched around. You cannot change any of the words. (Punctuation may be changed to accommodate the meaning).
The pattern of the 6 line stanza:
RRRA, RRRB
xxxxxxxb
xxxxxxxa
xxxxxxxb
xxxxxxxa
RRRB, RRRA
(I made the A in bold, and the B in italics so you can see the pattern-Grace)
Deer in Winter
In winter’s cold, as moonlight beams
and snowflakes drift like crystal dreams–
a sheltered place, beneath the fold
of pine tree branches, where it seems
a covered cave, my fawn may hold…
as moonlight beams in winter’s cold.
My little fawn, be safe and warm,
inside our nest, out of the storm.
Sleep close beside me ’til the dawn,
as all the woods to white transform.
I’ll wake you when the moonlight’s gone–
be safe and warm, my little fawn.
Bravo!!! That was a nice one
Much love…
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Thank you Gillena; we are each bemused by the conundrum of unrequited love, it seems…
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This is wonderful Kathy.
“I dance in mime upon my drum
I cannot speak; my Muse is dumb”
I have certainly been there my friend… ✌🏼❤️
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Thank you Rob. My words are shyly smiling and feeling seen ❤
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Exactly the same two lines as Rob said…the use of the drum, and the raven give your wonderful verse a slight pagan feel, the very last line pulls at the heart…
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Yes Ain, you see me, pagan roots and all. And I feel so fortunate in this community, holding my back as I work and play the utter edge of my courage…
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Fantastically done!
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Thank you: I do so love your creative work too, Christine
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I admire the first part of the dumb muse, that we cannot speak. I think we have felt that one way or another. Creative title and theme for a sparrolet.
Thanks for joining in.
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I’m definitely glad I joined in this time – the sparrowlet form helped me to release some nuanced stuff that I hadn’t been able to process otherwise x Thank you for your encouragement!
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How brilliant. I loved the melody of this. Thanks for sharing. xo
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Sparrow-melody at twilight, Selma … companionable and comforting x
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Nicely done. Your muse came through. I hope all is well.
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Thank you Merril. Feeling a lot better for having shared within this amiable and empathetic group. Love your work!
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Thank you very much, and you’re welcome!
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Brilliant! You definitely rose to the challenge 🙂
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i feel so encouraged, and my inner Song Thrush has been singing today. Thank you 🙂
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I like them both but particularly the first stanza. You make it look easy.
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thank you! yes the birds are my favorite, and they were written second. They often feature, a corvid and a song thrush, and I have to listen out for what they choose to say (or to keep silent).
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You’re welcome.
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I love how you managed to voice the muse so well in your poem
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Thank you Bjorn for hearing my voice … Writing this poem gave me courage to get in touch with Raven today.
Song Thrush is singing his little heart out, this dusk.
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Fantastic, Kathy! A treat to read!
-David
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Thank you David; so good to see you’ve dropped by. Love to you in these anguished times ❤
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