What happened to metre and feet?
Why how and when did the poets abandon them?
Were the strictures too tight?
Did they suffocate their flights
Did imagery find
the stranglehold of an iamb
or a trochee too tight?
And in escaping the murderous attempt
Did it fly unfettered
Discovering new skies, new heights, new ways to argue with words
To lament lost loves
Were Alexandrines and Pentameters
Too stuffy and too closed?
And did the Open Form
The caged bird expose?
Although that one sang in rhyme.
And she whose eyes
“Hard as crushed diamonds”
Transformed the form
And then escaped through the oven
What, then from that yeast did rise?
A bubble to annihilate