Gestalt & the Poet, Part II

We're discussing how a poet (me) goes about filling in the gaps of some mythical "shape"  of a poem that popped into his (my) head.

If you haven't read yesterday's post, you should probably go do that.

So here's the poem as it stands at the moment:

No one mourns the armadillo

/ - / - / - / <—missing line (DUM-de-DUM-de-DUM-de-DUM)

No one plants the yew or willow

/ - / - / - /

Four lines of trochaic tetrameter, rhyme scheme abab.  First and third lines are done, and the fourth line is a natural:

Where he died beside the road.

Because that's funny.  I think, however, that a better word than died might be lies: all the l's in the line before would support it.

Now, of course, we have to rhyme road: abode, bestowed, bode, commode, code, hoed, Jode, load/lode, mode/mowed, node, sowed/sewed, toed/towed/toad, woad, crowed, glowed, flowed, showed, plateaued, slowed.

Some have more possibilities than others, of course — and if I decide to extend the piece into more verses they may come in handy — but where I ended up was looking at the piece as a whole (GESTALT, after all) and thinking that I should go with the mock classical over-woe'd.

No one mourns the armadillo

/ - / - o'er-woe'd.

No one plants the yew or willow

Where he lies beside the road.

And here's the hard part: getting that last little bit to work.  I won't list all the variations I went through in my head on the way home from the meeting, mainly because I can't remember all the drafts I discarded.

The challenge should be clear, though.  I needed two trochees that would flow from the first line into o'er-woe'd, which you will have noticed is very classily apostrophinationized.  I settled on No one sighs, so... which I don't think is perfect, but at some point one has to face ABANDONMENT, ne-ç'est pas?

And so we have it:

Road Kill Elegy I

No one mourns the armadillo,

No one sighs, so o'er-woe'd,

No one plants the yew or willow

Where he lies beside the road.

Yes, "Road Kill Elegy I," because of course there will be more. Excelsior!