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Greetings from the Poeta!
I just wanted to remind interested parties that I will be holding a competition at Twelfth Night to choose my successor. Those interested will need to enter two pieces: one will be upon the topic of the Crown; the other will be upon a topic of the entrant's choosing. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. You do not need to be present to enter, but it would be fantastic if you could be! I encourage anyone interested to give it a shot!
This month's offering is an exercise, of sorts: an Anglo-Saxon Mad Libs poem. Fun for the whole family! After all, nothing says "family fun" like a despairing lament of isolation. Thought you weren't the poetic type? Prove yourself wrong! Give it a shot! Alliterate as best you can - all vowels will assonate with one another. PRP stands for "Present Participle" (verb+"ing") and PP is "Past Participle" (verb+"ed"...usually). TR means "Transitive" - a verb that needs an object.
Alone and ____adj.____, I ____v.____ in torment,
Weeping and ___v.prp._____, in search of my ___n.pl._____.
____n.___ I have not, but only my ____n.____.
Where do they ____v.____? ____adj.____ of my dear ones
Must I ___v._____ in ____adj.____ lament.
I ____v.tr.____ the ring-giver whose friendship was ____adj.____,
With wondrous ____n.____ gladly ____v.pp.___ to all.
____v.____ me, o Fate! Let me ____v.____ no more.
Hasten me to the ____n.____ where cniht and ____n.____
Await my ___n.___ with ___adj.___ hearts.
Congratulations! You're a true scop (poet)!
In service,
Olivier de Bayone
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