Whittled Words – Quatern Poem
Today, we try our hands at a new (to me) French poetic form that incorporates a refrain like in a Villanelle, and eight-syllable lines like in a Kyrielle.
No More To Say
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
Witchy Woman
Wicked woven in midnight trance,
A magic called by Shaman’s dance…
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A zoo of zesty and zany zingers with zeal.
Sizzling Sol
This giver of life,
Now burns it away,
Oh, the love of night,
On hottest of days…
Lost Sight
Envying those who have more,
We lose sight of how to give…
An Unholy Rite
Black wax drips like sticky tar,
Fire demons dance at their tips…
Whittled Words – Rhupunt Poem
The rhupunt has some variability to it, but also some rigid rules as well.
Canary Song
I don’t blame you,
The digging is hard work,
And this old rock,
Bears little ore to sell…
Train Tracks
The train tracks stretch for miles,
Steel and stone making the way…
