18A. Shadorma's almost dance © Bruce Goodman 1 February 2016 (By way of explanation: I have decided to post on the first of each month a poem in a specific form. Throughout that month, if further poems are created and posted, they will all use that form. The poetic form chosen for February 2016 is the Shadorma. The shadorma is a pseudo-Spanish poetic form made up of stanzas of six lines with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter. Little is known about this poetic form's origins and history but it is suspected that the form is not Spanish but a concoction of some scally-wag at one time having some fun! In my reading and experimentation with the form, I have found it to be a relatively useless literary shape; one that has made an insignificant contribution to the canon of planet earth's literature - hence the poem below!)

It’s a shame when a poetic form speaks of nothing but self like an introverted narciss'stic idi- ot. But e- nough of me, it says, let’s talk a- bout you. What do you think of me, O Ode? Am I not pretty? Shadorma, replied the wise Ode, speak of rain on window panes in winter’s irksome days. Or blue irises. Anything! Dance a Spanish dance! Click fingers! Fast stamp feet! Do the tarantella as if you’re spider stung. Warm cockles of the heart with cast- anets and shake the ma- racas louder than a train. Drive all cold away! Thus spoke the Ode to Shadorma. Shadorma stood to dance but sat again content to mope and hug her knees.

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