One summer as dawn broke the night's faint chill,
I greeted my cell with hesitant eyes.
No coffee today before minds are still
And souls appreciate prayerful skies.
Could yesterday's peak hour be a far guise?
So here I am tasting a monk's pure sight,
Wondering if I can live in new dyes;
If my darkest past can suffer new light.
With Britain becoming an increasingly secular society, the number of people devoting themselves to the monastic life has been in freefall. But now several monasteries and convents are fighting against the trend by offering taster weekends in the hope of bringing fresh members into the fold.
- A monk's life...but just until Monday ~ BBC News ~ Saturday 10.2.09
NOTE - This is my first attempt at a Huitain.
It is a poem in a single Ballade stanza.
The verse form was most popular in the 16th century and was often used for epigrams in the 18th century. One source suggests the Huitain may have begun in Spain.
The basic layout is:
Line length: 8 (French) or 10 (English) syllables
Rhyme scheme: ababbcbc
Number of lines: 8
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