Kerry shared with us a form called, 'The Terzanelle is a marriage of the Italian Terza Rima with the French Villanelle conceived by Lewis Turco in his "The Book of Forms”. This is a 19 line poem, consisting of five stanzas of three lines (tercets), and the final stanza having four lines (quatrain), in which the first and last lines of the first stanza are repeated as a refrain. In addition, other lines are repeated throughout, and a rhyme scheme comes into play:
The middle line of the each of the tercet stanzas is copied and becomes the last line of the following stanza and the first line of that stanza rhymes with it, thus making it an interlocking form. The lines are traditionally written in iambic pentameter, but instead of focusing on meter, I would suggest a consistent line length of 10 syllables."
Yes, panic set in-my house was busy and loud. I need quiet to write. So, I waited until I was alone. I am surprised by my poem-it was not where I was going, but writing does this-it surprises us-it twists and turns and take on a new life.
I thought of my daughter and her boyfriend. Many long conversations, while he has been away at college. He recently returned and they went camping-and it rained. It didn't happen like this, but their adventure inspired my poem.
Missing You
splotches of gray linger
your eyelash cascades to my cheek
urban decay puddles on your fingers
you hold me like a cloud tender and meek
black spider legs run down my face
your eyelash cascades to my cheek
corona of stars reflects in your windows
your heart anchors spilling light
black spider legs run down my face
missing you discourages our fight
your scent: fresh rain and smoldering flames
your heart anchors spilling light
butterfly kisses one of our silly games
your lips taste like honey-so sweet
you scent: fresh rain n' smoldering flames
thunder booms as rain dampens our heat
splotches of gray linger
your lips taste like honey-so sweet
urban decay puddles on your fingers
©Ellen Wilson
*My daughter's eye shadow palette is called Urban Decay!
A gift from her boyfriend.
Comments
Happy Sunday to you and the Mrs.~
Young love is very precious and you have captured this poignant time with a mother's eye for small details.
You are funny!
Kerry-Thank you! Tough form...but so beautiful! Yes, a mother's eye not painting too much. Yes, young and tender love-sweet and filled with drama! Thank you Kerry~
Beautiful poem.
Young love is ever so fervent when distance is involved ~ My other son is also in this predicament ~
Wishing you happy Sunday ~
Thanks for your comments on my blog.
Nancy
nice one
"you hold me like a cloud tender and meek"
So tender. :)
Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly
effortless and spontaneous flow....
you made the form look so easy....
great job :)
I really enjoy your poetry so much.... This was romantic, atmospheric, and a bit dark all at the same time.... Beautiful.
Oh, your poem is SO sweet - how wonderful that she has this to remind her of this time - I loved it.
AND love catching up with you - I JUST saw you new work in Studio yesterday too! Congratulations are in order!! xoxo