UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
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Because you are becoming so adept, for this teach-in you will have a choice. To rhyme or not to rhyme (or even both)
1. Tritina
Poetry form similar to the Sestina, but considerably simpler, as there are only three repeating words. It's a 10-line poem, consisting of three tercets and an ending line. The last words of each line in the first tercet are repeated as the last words of each line in the other tercets, in different orders: abc cab bca. All three words appear in the final line as well, in the original order. All lines should be of a common meter or length.
First, grant me this conceit: that your body
Lives as perfect metaphor, perfect blend
Of draftsmanship, of brushwork, pigment, paint
That even Botticelli couldn't paint
In Birth of Venus. True female body,
Idealized as Sex and Love in blend,
Fused to archetype of form. To that blend
Add charm, wit, cleverness—then try to paint.
No art, no skill, captures such a body.
That body blend with mine. Coat me like paint.
2. Triolet
Short French poem, with 8 lines in length, turning on only two rhymes and including two refrains: ABaAabAB. Every line has the same metrical length.
Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotoneaster [a]
Around the house. The flakes fly! – faster
Shutting indoors the crumb-outcaster [a]
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The Flakes fly faster
And all the berries now are gone!
1. Tritina
Poetry form similar to the Sestina, but considerably simpler, as there are only three repeating words. It's a 10-line poem, consisting of three tercets and an ending line. The last words of each line in the first tercet are repeated as the last words of each line in the other tercets, in different orders: abc cab bca. All three words appear in the final line as well, in the original order. All lines should be of a common meter or length.
First, grant me this conceit: that your body
Lives as perfect metaphor, perfect blend
Of draftsmanship, of brushwork, pigment, paint
That even Botticelli couldn't paint
In Birth of Venus. True female body,
Idealized as Sex and Love in blend,
Fused to archetype of form. To that blend
Add charm, wit, cleverness—then try to paint.
No art, no skill, captures such a body.
That body blend with mine. Coat me like paint.
2. Triolet
Short French poem, with 8 lines in length, turning on only two rhymes and including two refrains: ABaAabAB. Every line has the same metrical length.
Around the house the flakes fly faster,
And all the berries now are gone
From holly and cotoneaster [a]
Around the house. The flakes fly! – faster
Shutting indoors the crumb-outcaster [a]
We used to see upon the lawn
Around the house. The Flakes fly faster
And all the berries now are gone!
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this is one of my favourite forms
