Captain Haiku vs. the Arch-Villanelle

      by Ed Gaillard

 

We meet again, Haiku, o best of foes!

Now I shall have revenge on you at last!

This time I'll beat you with my rhyming blows.

 

                No, Arch-villanelle!

                I'll defeat you, as I have

                many times before!

 

My pounding meter shakes you to your toes;

bow down before the strength of iambs massed!

We meet again, Haiku, o best of foes!

 

                I can take my time,

                sneak up on you as slowly

                as snails climb mountains.

 

Take that, Haiku! Damn all your Fuji snows!

The time for such imagery is long past—

this time I'll beat you with my rhyming blows.

 

                My syllables rain

                down upon your head, just as

                cherry blossoms fall!

 

I love seeing the way metaphor flows,

blood of our battle gouting thick and fast.

We meet again, Haiku, o best of foes!

 

                Rainbow after storm:

                the colors of our struggle,

                like oil on a pond.

 

Oho! the pace of your invention slows!

Soon you'll fall back on frogs, you're so harassed!

This time I'll beat you with my rhyming blows.

 

                I can outlast you,

                escaping your intentions

                the way the frog jumps.

 

Now we'll see what the final stanza shows.

Have you escaped again, although outclassed?

We'll meet again, Haiku, o best of foes;

next time I'll beat you with my rhyming blows.

 

                Ha! I'll always win—

                when your stanzas run out, there's

                always more haiku!

 

 

Written by Ed Gaillard on 11 February 1995 in response to a dare by Soren F. Ragsdale. For the complete story, visit http://www.panix.com/~gaillard/HTMLVersions/cap-haik.html. See also my first website, started in September of 1997, called Captain Haikus Secret Hideout (Id been known as Captain Haiku for three or four years before starting that website).




He’s faster than a speeding kigo. More powerful than a renegade kireji. Able to leap tall images in a single bound. Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird. It's a plane. No! It's CAPTAIN HAIKU—rendered in glorious jet-black dry-erase marker by my lovely daughter Sarah (May 2014).