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, I‘d 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
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