A Terzanelle – Challenge: Seasons

Terzanelle

Seasons

Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
Winter begins to die that day
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

Though the days are still and so grey
Each morning the sun, closer comes.
Winter begins to die that day.

Sad the bard no longer strums,
Sang he of winter’s failing hold:
Each morning the sun, closer comes.

“Cold dragon grasp the world so bold!
But Winter came to Earth and lost!”
Sang they of winter’s failing hold.

“Cold pride carries a heavy cost…
Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
But Winter came to Earth and lost!”

So say I Winter is Spring’s birth
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
Winter thought to conquer the Earth,
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

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Terzanelle 

If anyone would like to participate in my little challenge, Id be delighted to read and copy your link and poem here.  This is not a Bastet idea.  Not long ago a great poet and blogger named Cubby at Reowr used to do these sorts of challenges.  She’s been off-line now for over two months, and as she was very much a muse to me and I miss her, I thought I’d do a challenge.

Why a Terzanelle, because I read about it for the first time this morning on a blog posted by Blog it or Lose it and yes…I’m quoting her/his instructions, but you can find them on Shadow Poetry with variations and examples.

The subject of this poem though was inspired by Sahm King.  Another of my favorite bloggers and poets, an important muse and mentor as well.  If it hadn’t been for Sahm, I wouldn’t be writing poetry at all…so if you don’t like my poems…blame him 😉

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“A terzanelle is part villanelle and part terza rima. The poem consists of 19 lines – five triplets with a quatrain added to the end.

Six of the lines are repeated in their entirety. The second line of each triplet becomes the third line of the next triplet. In the first triplet, the first and third lines become the second and fourth lines of the ending quatrain. And, yes – in the first stanza, the first and third lines are identical. (Capitalized letters indicate repeated lines. “B” rhymes with “b” but is a new line.)”

Oh my…here’s a little addition that wasn’t in this explanation…sorry. Each line of the poem should be the same metrical length.  As you can see it’s rather important.  So if you start with 6 (or 7, 10 whatever) syllable per line stick to them to the end.

My poem broken down in colors to follow how they are placed in the poem:

A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
B /  Winter begins to die that day
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

b /  Though the days are still and so grey
C /  Each morning the sun, closer comes.
B /  Winter begins to die that day

c /  Sad the bard no longer strums,
D /  Sang he of winter’s failing hold:
C /  Each morning the sun, closer comes.

d /  “Cold dragon grasp the world so bold!
E /  But Winter came to Earth and lost!”
D /  Sang he of winter’s failing hold:

e / “Cold pride carries a heavy cost…
F /  Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
E /  But Winter came to Earth and lost!”

f /  So say I Winter is Spring’s birth
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
F /  Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

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The Legends of Windemere
Facing the Music of the Past

The past is waiting for his return
Many hold a grudge
The past is waiting for his return

At the gate he will not budge
He senses anger in the air
Many hold a grudge

A familiar face devoid of care
She remembers what he did
He senses anger in the air

The love she held may now be rid
His presence boils her blood
She remembers what he did

Tears flowing like a salty flood
Neither knowing their next moves
His presence boils her blood

Time shall be a friend who proves
The past is waiting for his return
Neither knowing their next moves
The past is waiting for his return

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Liars, Hypocrites & The Development of Human Emotion

An Emotional Winter (Terzanelle)

Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire
In the discontent of winter
Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire

Rotted wood begins to splinter
And frost glazes the pane of glass
In the discontent of winter

Wind freezes the bull’s balls of brass
Up ankle deep in slush and sleet
And frost glazes the pane of glass

Plowing the way through city street
Walkways one cannot navigate
Up ankle deep in slush and sleet

The bough breaks beneath the snow’s weight
Easier to be cynical
Walkways one cannot navigate

Everything’s cold and clinical
Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire
Easier to be cynical

27 thoughts on “A Terzanelle – Challenge: Seasons

  1. What a lovely poem! I do love this form…I remember with Cubby would write this. I hope she’s okay…I really miss her!! I admire you and Cubby for trying out all these forms…I start to try and then my mind blocks and I feel like I’m doing a math problem and I lose interest. But when I get a week off after Christmas…I still have almost 3 weeks vacation I did not take…I will give it a go and practice…just like Algebra…I only did well, if I practiced a lot!

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    • 🙂 yes, it was fun playing with Cubby. I really miss her a lot and as I know from reading her that she had health problems, I too worry about her. Darn…this community stuff if not what it’s cut out to be at times.

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      • I know what you mean but if it weren’t for the community, and encouragement I get from great writers like you, I don’t think I would have written as much. I learn so much reading others too. Praying seems not enough but I do believe groups praying is powerful.

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        • Yes, you have an important point here without a doubt. It’s just so sad when someone just disappears…poof…be back tomorrow and then they’re gone. I’m afraid I don’t know much about praying, but I do believe that when people put their minds and energy together great things happen…now if that’s the same thing, I don’t know 😉

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          • I’m not religious but I remember when my step father was suffering so much with cancer, I called a work colleague who was very religious and asked if she might call her prayer groups…within 20mins. his pain was tolerable. I never doubted after that. Cubby is one of the only persons who knows the “real” me…Ok, I’ve written enough, I’m going to try and snooze a bit…Bette is waiting patiently for me to shut the light.

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  3. I saw this form on Blog it or Lose it… it intrigues me and I might give it a shot… I’ve been a little busy since NaNo ended catching up on handyman jobs I let slide for November… so my days are pretty full… I will see if I can’t come up with something…

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