Imagine: 19th century, Klondike gold rush, dangerous Yukon, a young man daring his fortune, his sweetheart behind far behind, waiting, somewhere in a seaside village in Mexico.
A lonely triolet for you
As I can’t kiss your mouth
Nor see what deeds you daily do
A lonely triolet for you
I walk where chilly winds blow blue
Unlikely I can escape south
A lonely triolet for you
As I can’t kiss your mouth
_______RS
Image : detail snippet from from a piece of artwork by an anonymous Brazilian artist.
Note : I don’t often like rules but sometimes constraints yield creative release. Last month I experimented with a four syllables per line structure. Here I try out a triolet (pronounced tree-oh-lay) format, which is eight lines set in an ABaAabAB sequence. The A‘s and B‘s are identical repeated lines, while the a line must rhyme A and the b line must rhyme B. Some classical examples are here.
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nice work! i’m glad u told us how to pronounce that lovely word. I would’ve butchered it. π
yeah, I sort of did it because with short verses like this very much depends upon the pronounced rhythms, even if we read to ourselves silently, and it doesn’t work well if the word ‘triolet’ ends with a consonat sound. π & thanks!
like french — tres bien. I Luv languages but prefer my native tongue as its most consistent at spelling and pronunciation. — P.S. yesterday i learned that the umlaut, commonly used in German, is found in a couple of spanish nouns i had been misspelling all along. π
very powerful image! far apart and yet togetherness! love this!
thanks much, N.E.