There are a dozen things I should have been doing, but I’ve spent the best part of an hour worrying away at this triolet, which I would say is a harder form than the villanelle.
There is no moon, no stars to light the way;
I have no lamp, owl’s eyes alone can see
To pierce the shadows, chase the dark away.
There is no moon. No stars to light the way
In sky’s dark coping hang, to dance and sway
To fair folk’s songs when wary mortals flee.
There is no moon, no stars. To light the way
I have no lamp. Owl’s eyes alone can see.