My Wall

Scratchy network of discordant shadows
Like yesterday's bones bathing in new lights
Nature's stark mural of fleshless hollows
Reaching for semblance of credible heights
My patchy tangles from cold listless nights
Like echoing moans churning in some sea
Of desert wasteland flung far from your sites
While I pale on walls of eternity



NOTE - This is my second attempt at a huitain.
(My first attempt was A Monk's Tale for Real Toads.)
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

**No websites seem to explore the association with death as an "undertow" theme in the huitain,  even though I have observed that many old examples of huitain seem to do this!
I have not noted this as a feature on my dVerse post, but I have acknowledged this theme's presence in both my huitain by suggesting the death of some old life.

Linking to:
 FormForAll - Huitain - Gemma Wiseman - My post on dVerse
Shadow Shot Sunday 2

The wind should be my friend...

Wind blows the feathery foliage of a plant in the wetlands at Coolart, Balnarring

FormForAll ~ Pantoum

The wind should be my friend
An angel by my side
A time when spirits blend
A time to be a bride

An angel by my side
Realities transcend
A time to be a bride
Furrowed fears end

Realities transcend
Secrets find a tide
Furrowed fears end
Moments softly glide

Secrets find a tide
Inner questions penned
Moments softly glide
Broken dreams mend

Inner questions penned
A loving caring friend
Broken dreams mend
The wind should be my friend

Her mood today...

A tree in the Dromana Hills shedding its winter coat
Mother Nature is out and about getting ready to change the seasons!

Form for All - dVerse - Rime Royal
From Gay Cannon:
To celebrate new beginnings, I thought this week we’d look at one of the oldest forms in English, Rime Royal or Rhyme Royal. Traditionally, the name Rhyme Royal is said to derive from The Kingis Quair (“The King’s Book), attributed to James I of Scotland (1394–1437), but some critics trace the name to the French chant royal.

The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, (usually) in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c. In practice, the stanza can be constructed either as a terza rima and two couplets (a-b-a, b-b, c-c) or a quatrain and a tercet (a-b-a-b, b-c-c). This allows for a good deal of variety, especially when the form is used for longer narrative poems; and along with the couplet, it was the standard narrative meter in the late Middle Ages.

+ Poetry Pantry #60

Her mood today's a sparkle in the breeze

She longs to feel the colours of the earth
She haunts the textured barks and greens of leaves

And from the soul of darkness springs a firth
The phoenix cycle wheels to legend's birth

A Tinkerbell awak'ning Spring's surprise
Her mood today's a scent of summer eyes




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