Caged
If caged I am, then what the cage
That holds me back, as I propose
How to escape, if not to gauge
If caged I am, then what the cage
That comes to play as we engage
Imposed by you, or one I chose
If caged I am, then what the cage
That holds me back, as I propose
My response to Sue Vincent’s (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Caged – #writephoto, with her photo, is a triolet.
Triolet ~ stanza poem, rhyme scheme ABaAabAB
~ (CAPITALS denote repeated lines)
No hard facts, only legend
Remains from that fateful night
Truth revealed would bring his end
His sanity in question
His very safety threatened
Truth must never see the light
No hard facts, only legend
Remains from that fateful night
To spread his tale serves no good
It likely never happened
Forget it, you really should
Just as any sane man would
Rambling rants of haunted woods
Surely must be imagined
To spread his tale serves no good
It likely never happened
Best forget all that you heard
No more than a drunkard’s dream
Why, even his facts are slurred
And worth no more than his word
Clearly, his memory’s blurred
As wild as his story seems
Best forget all that you heard
No more than a drunkard’s dream
The five word prompts for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #35 are woods, legend, wild, hard and serve.
Triolet ~ a stanza poem with the rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB. (The capitals denote repeated lines.)
Footsteps echo down the station’s hall
I’ll always live with that mournful sound
Hear the cadence of your last footfall
Footsteps echo down the station’s hall
You didn’t turn, though you heard me call
The whistle fades as your train leaves town
Footsteps echo down the station’s hall
I’ll always live with that mournful sound
The five words of The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #31 are town, train, fade, hear and hall.
Triolet ~ eight line stanza – ABaAabAB
A single rose, its meaning hidden,
A farewell gift, or sign of love.
A pledge perhaps, of love forbidden,
A single rose, its meaning hidden.
A trace of doubt has come, unbidden,
To ponder on its weight thereof.
A single rose, its meaning hidden,
A farewell gift, or sign of love?
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #16: Triolet uses her suggested image. It is my first triolet.
Triolet ~ a stanza poem with the rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB. (The capitals denote repeated lines.) Two classic examples of triolet are Thomas Hardy’s Birds at Winter Nightfall and How Great My Grief.
Image source – © Marta Shmatava / Dream, dream…
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