It’s open night at the dVerse pub, so anything goes. The photo is one I took this morning. The poem, a triolet is inspired by it.
Along the misty river fly
The ghosts of gulls with strident calls,
And I can barely see the sky.
Along the misty river fly
Shades of the lost, I hear them cry.
They search the banks as twilight falls
Along the misty river. Fly,
The ghosts of gulls with strident calls.
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Triolets can be quite addictive… love the scenery of the fog and gulls, and the connection to the lost souls.
This comment keeps disappearing while I’m replying! Thanks Björn, the symbol of the gull associated with the souls of the dead is a northern one. You probably know it.
Turner would love this shot of yours!
Turner didn’t need a camera though 🙂
I love it. The rhythm it tastes so fresh. I have to learn how to do this. The image is great too…I am Jonathan Livingston Seagull soaring above the mist.
Thanks Alison! The gulls are tremendous. We mainly get the black-headed gulls which are smallish and neat. I learnt how to write a triolet from the Wikipedia entry
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet
The tricky part is getting the shift in meaning at the end, which I can only do by changing the punctuation.
Love it !
Thank you!
Fabulous image Jane and I have heard those gulls hidden in the mist.
Thanks Michael. In French black-headed gulls are called laughing gulls, because they do sound as though they’re laughing. Sometimes it’s a chuckle, sometimes it’s hysterical. I love them.
Wow I didn’t know that. We have gulls here who make the same monotonous sound. But we have a bird called a kookaburra and of a morning he laughs his head off..
I’ve heard them on the TV. That really is a laugh!
I often wake in the morning to them staking out their territory…
Must be…noisy.
Well no, you hear them and know what they are doing and thankfully they are never outside my window….but I love hearing them…
Distant laughter would be okay. Right under the window would be like living over a pub!
Beautiful and haunting. And the picture goes perfectly with the triolet.
Thank you Linda. River mist is beautiful.
a lovely triolet. they seem to be popular on the OLN circuit this go around. I love the use of using the gulls to acquaint us with lost souls. Reminds me of my Nordic ancestors.
Thank you! Gulls guide the souls of lost sailors, and seals guide everyone else home. It’s a lovely idea.
A soulful triolet and a beautiful image Jane ☺
Thank you!
Evocative, both. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe 🙂
Nice sound to this triolet. I also liked the photo with the bridge vanishing in the mist.
Thanks Frank. It was more a cold fog than a mist yesterday morning, but the sun was behind it nonetheless.
I love the triolet, with a slight variation on fly ~ Lovely photo too ~ Thanks for joining us Jane ~ You are getting to be a regular visitor ~
Thanks Grace. Getting the slight shift of meaning is always the hardest part of writing a triolet, I find. I enjoy prompts, enjoy writing, and it gives me a legitimate occupation rather than querying agents and doing promotion which I hate.
elegant. and a lovely photo ~
Thank you!
I love the musicality of triolets. And that image is quite haunting…
Thank you! The rhythm and the repetition of the triolet is what I like about it too.
Wow!!❤️ This is the most awe-inspiring triolet I have ever seen!!❤️ Kudos 😀
Thank you Sanaa! I’m glad you like the way it turned out. It’s not the easiest of forms 🙂
Once again nicely done. I liked the punctuation shift at the end.
Thanks Paul. I often find it hard to get the sense to change without moving the punctuation around.
I can see that would be a challenge. One day I will attempt one.
It’s the part I often ignore…
Beautiful and flowing
Thank you!
Oh! what a wonderful photo! And this poem feels so good in the mouth!~ That counts to me.
Thanks so much! The photo was just good luck and a beautiful view, but I’m really pleased you liked the sound of the poem 🙂
Beautiful and transporting.
Thank you, Rosemary! The river mist was magical.
My goodness, this is lovely.
Thanks so much, Iris 🙂
Stunning imagery and photo! Absolutely transporting. 💜
Thank you, Angela!
My pleasure, Jane.