During Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #33: Dreaming Trees someone mentioned a poetry form different from her request for a kyrielle – the kyrielle sonnet, which has 3 quatrains using the same rhyme pattern, plus a non-rhyming couplet using the first and last lines. I’ve modified my original kyrielle to be a kyrielle sonnet by removing the third verse, while still using all of the prompt words (moonlight, tread, wary, secret and sway) with a minor edit.
Image source: Art-Search.info (Moonlit Night, Highway by Isaac Illich Levitan)
I make my way along the lane
Wondering if my thoughts are sane
Why choose this path so late at night
While birches sway in pale moonlight?
With fairy visions in my head
I pass this way, a wary tread
What secrets lie within the night
While birches sway in pale moonlight?
For does this dream, this mystery
Belong to me, or to the trees?
The truth, it seems, eludes my sight
While birches sway in pale moonlight
I make my way along the lane
While birches sway in pale moonlight
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Beautiful image and I love the poem also. N.
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🙂 🙂
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Lovely rythm and thoughts.
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Thank you.
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I don’t know which version I prefer. Both are beautiful, airy and delicate.
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It would have been an even more interesting project if the original had been any longer.
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This is lovely.
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Thanks!
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Yes. I like the couplet at the end. A neat tying together.
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Coolio!
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“while birches sway in pale moonlight…”
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what a lovely image — makes me hungry to go walking at night
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I can’t decide which one I like better. I think perhaps this sonnet. It’s funny how the tone of the poem shifts a bit with the slightly different form. Impressive!
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🙂
Thank you.
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I like the closure of the couplet, too–and by closure I mean it implies that the thinking continues just as the walk does. 🙂 My favorite lines:
For does this dream, this mystery
Belong to me, or to the trees?
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And so the question of sanity.
Thank you!
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Definitely dreamy! The lines often blur…(K)
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And sometimes you want them to.
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