More for the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild rhyme-fest
pine-siskin © dave-wendelken
I am the song that sings that little bird—
the one just there, the brown one, yellow wings;
the sweetest music I have ever heard.
I am the song that sings a little bird,
the notes so pure, yet trilling. It’s absurd
how hard to quell the sadness when I sing
that lovely song that sings a little bird
to please me, that brown one with yellow wings.
first line borrowed from Charles Causley.
The triolet is a very brief, tightly rhymed poem that, like the pantoum, takes part of its structure from the repetition of entire lines. A triolet is eight lines, as follows:
1st line A
2nd line B
3rd line a (rhymes with A)
4th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
5th line a (rhymes with A)
6th line b (rhymes with B)
7th line A (entire 1st line repeated)
8th line B (entire 2nd line repeated)
I had a couple of rondeaux ready for the final fling for this rhyming prompt, but on re-reading, I decided they wouldn’t do. I shall buckle down and try to write a better one for tomorrow!