Pantoum

I have never written a pantoum but have to rise to the challenge because it keeps the little grey cells working.  I had to scout around the net - Stephen Fry says nothing about this particular poetic form. I gather from my research that this type of poem has its roots in Malasyia but was adopted by French writers. It has a set pattern but doesn't need to rhyme - however if it does rhyme, that also has a set pattern.

OK. It sounds really complicated and I have a busy day ahead so here goes...

Dorothy’s Ninety  Eighth

Her ashes sprinkled on a blooming rose

She would be ninety eight years old today

Today we meet to honour her repose

And toast her in our long established way

She would be ninety eight years old today

And every year the family would convene
And toast her in our long established way
Our loving mother and our queen

And every year the family would convene

From far flung places they all came this way 
Our loving mother and our queen
So happy that we came to share her day

From far flung places they all came this way

Today we meet to honour her repose
So happy that we came to share her day
Her ashes sprinkled on a blooming rose.


Short and sweet - just like Mum. Thanks for reading. Adele