Up this month — triolets! Little French poems of eight lines — one of them repeating thrice so the reader feels awash in it — plus a rhyme scheme and an awareness of syllabics.
We’re also going with the theme HEAT because, well, summer.
Here goes:
I Put My Daughter on a Plane
She slipped through folds in time and space
(it is tomorrow there already!)
and dropped her maps, her plans misplaced –
who needs them in this state of grace
where who-you-were’s left not a trace?
Like summer sun, white-hot and steady,
she slipped through folds in time and space
and it’s tomorrow there already!
And here are my pal’s poems. You’ll love them!
Sara’s triolet
Tricia’s triolet
Laura’s triolet
Tanita’s triolet
Andi’s triolet
Kelly’s triolet
Rebecca’s triolet
And Tricia is the host of Poetry Friday, too, so you’ll find an embarrassment of riches over at her place.
