Sun-tossed sky of cloud and wind,
The day is longer than the night,
And even summer dark is light.
This eve the burden seems so light
Like leaves of feathers in the wind,
Like softest voices of the night.
To walk the lane when falls the night,
When calms the tangled cloudy wind,
Is all I need to find the light.
No wind can gutter this night light.
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October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
Apologies, my note from earlier didn’t stick. I wanted to know if you’ve ever been north of the arctic circle in Norway or Sweden. So amazing when the sun doesn’t set in the summer.
I never have, no. It’s hard to imagine what that must be like. Magical. Downside is that they have months when there’s no daylight to speak of at all. Depressing.
Yes, that’s true. Very difficult get through.
I’m sure it has its compensations 🙂
Oh, it’s good to ready you again, such simplicity mixed with so much tender beauty Jane.
These tritina’s a re funny poems. You write the first stanza and the poem writes the rest on its own.
A beautiful ode to the solstice . I love this form…. what is it?
It’s a form I like a lot. It’s called a tritina and it sounds complicated but it’s not. You choose three words that you like the sound of and these will be the end words for every line. Alternatively you can write a three line stanza and use the words at the end of each line. Number them 1 2 and 3. The end words for the second stanza are 3, 1, 2 and the last stanza has line endings using 2 3 1. You end the poem with a single line including the words 123 in that order. Try it. It’s easier than the explanation!
I have a feeling I’ve done this before…. but it’ll be refreshing to do another one. Thank you!
Do! And don’t forget to post it 🙂
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