Further Green Knight insanity.

Geez, that's the last time I ask readers of this space to talk me out of something. On writing a kid's Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, we currently have five for jump, jump, jump, and one jump if you can find a new way to do it. Thanks, guys.

In the snowy light of a prosaic Kitchener day, the idea seems even more bats than it did last night in the bathtub (I call my muse �the bathtub voice�). And yet, I'm still thinking about it. In fact, I have about ten pages worth of scribbles. Including a first chapter of eight sprung-metered, slant-rhymed axxa tercets, a la:

In Camelot before the sorrows, in Camelot the happy hall, Arthur and his knights sat feasting in bright midwinter long ago.

But I'm honestly not sure I can sustain the rhyme for a whole story. Or rather, I think I could, but I'm not sure I want to. The more Saxon line from yesterday might be a better choice. Though kids love rhyme. How about even more rhyme:

This was in the Christmas season when the snow fell thick and deep when the bells were often ringing when the bears were fast asleep.

On New Year's day the hall was merry:
there was beer and there was meat,
knights and ladies stepping carols,
and hounds asleep on slippered feet.

I can't believe I'm thinking about this. Someone make me put the Rosetti away.