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.
13 thoughts on “There is no moon”
Go to bed, Jane. Even the owls are asleep.
Have to take the dog out to pee first.
Beautiful work and now you rest
Thank you! I did, and I even had a reasonable night’s sleep for once!
Sometimes you just have to get it out. 🙂 I agree, triolets are hard, but you made this look effortless.
I sweated blood with it. I’m glad it doesn’t show 🙂
A lovely and successful result, Jane. I love it.
Thank you! It was hard work!
This aches with apprehension. (K)
The Oracle is the only source of light at the moment. All my other poems seem to be dark.
The world is in a dark place.
It is. Everywhere.