April 29, 2014

• Conceit

  Okay, this poem requires some explaining before you read it and think I’ve gone off the deep end. I was drawing a blank on the subject of conceit (Prompt #29 for the NPM Scavenger Hunt), so I did my usual first step toward inspiration and Googled. That’s when I discovered that “conceit” is a form of poetry that involves a metaphor carried to a bit of an extreme. Here’s a link to the Wikipedia article: LINK  So I now had my inspiration, but what subject and what metaphor to use? I decided to go all out and write a love poem using a ship at sea for the metaphor. I then Googled parts of a ship and got my info from this site: LINK

  I had great fun writing this poem, which is a spoof of a conceit.

  

  Like curling waves my true love’s hair
  Caresses lofty brow
  His eyes are stormy ocean depths
  His nose a noble prow
  His sturdy shoulders like a keel
  Are strong and wide and true
  His manly legs like tall mainmast
  Are straight with mighty thews
  Though in the stern and spanker sail
  A wind gust may occur
  When bowsprit turns to flying jib
  He makes the cathead purr

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