Serpent’s tail

This is what I am calling this poetry form until someone shows me that it already exists and has another name.

Painting ©Vanimmerseel


Becalmed on this sea,

we watch the sky for cloudfall,

stalled and immobile,

while hands clasp tight.

Night comes and no wind blows,

flows the tide into the dawn.

Born again in sunlight,

flight springs,

wings spread to fly,

sky calls us home.

Foam-flecked, we rise and find

behind is left all harm,

becalmed on this sea.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Serpent’s tail”

    1. Easy. Any line length, no set number of lines and no meter. To make the serpent, the last word of each line rhymes with the first word of the following line with the last line being the same as the first, so the serpent eats its own tail. The last part is the tricky bit.

    1. Thank you, Michelle! It’s a challenge, but not such a difficult one when you think of how many times a rhyme springs to mind involuntarily. This form allows you to use the word immediately to begin the next line.

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