I know it’s a strange sort of form. Indulge me. I don’t know if it has a pedigree or if I invented it, but I like using it and so might you if you give it a try.
The rules are simple. A circular poem is one that goes round full circle. The last word of the first line rhymes with the first word of the following line and so on until you end up back at your first line.
Lines can be any length, it’s the rhyme that’s important. Ideas and images can be as stream of consciousness as you like, theme, whatever springs to mind. Some of you might want to try out a Thanksgiving theme.
Remember, you have a whole week to concoct something.
Here’s an example to give you an idea of what I mean.
It unfolded with the morning,
Warning light, flashing red and gold,
Told us to hide,
Glide away on silent wings.
Stings, the dawn when it brings sorrow.
Tomorrow will be better, they say,
Betraying their lack of courage to defeat,
Beat the devil in the garden, the worm,
Squirming in the rotten apple,
Grapple the problem of today,
Stay the hand with the gun.
Run, only to help, not to flee,
Be the steadfast rock that breaks the wave,
Save the slender, fragile human spirit—
It unfolded with the morning.