Terzanelle: Dusk at the Lake
Terzanelle: Dusk at the Lake
Drop your dish towel, come share this secret
when each moment spreads and loses its way
in the longest hour; the sky like velvet
draws us down the footpath to water grey,
take our Muskoka seats paired on the dock
when each moment spreads and loses its way.
Above tall pines and Precambrian rock
scraps of light kindle the high atmosphere,
take our Muskoka seats paired on the dock
to a place of stillness - minds are all clear -
breathless, undisturbed by a loon’s sad cry.
Scraps of day kindle the high atmosphere.
No ripple of movement betrays the eye
till darkling purple reveals its treasure,
breathless, undisturbed by a loon’s sad cry.
Here are riches beyond any measure.
Drop your dish towel, come share this secret
till darkling purple reveals its treasure
in the longest hour, the sky like velvet.
~~
Today's challenge from NaPoWriMo was to write a terzanelle, which consists of six stanzas with rhyming and repeated lines in a strict form. It's a fun challenge to write chained poems like this. It makes you think about pacing and how phrases slightly shift their meaning when juxtaposed against different phrases. It has a moody, atmospheric effect.
Drop your dish towel, come share this secret
when each moment spreads and loses its way
in the longest hour; the sky like velvet
draws us down the footpath to water grey,
take our Muskoka seats paired on the dock
when each moment spreads and loses its way.
Above tall pines and Precambrian rock
scraps of light kindle the high atmosphere,
take our Muskoka seats paired on the dock
to a place of stillness - minds are all clear -
breathless, undisturbed by a loon’s sad cry.
Scraps of day kindle the high atmosphere.
No ripple of movement betrays the eye
till darkling purple reveals its treasure,
breathless, undisturbed by a loon’s sad cry.
Here are riches beyond any measure.
Drop your dish towel, come share this secret
till darkling purple reveals its treasure
in the longest hour, the sky like velvet.
~~
Today's challenge from NaPoWriMo was to write a terzanelle, which consists of six stanzas with rhyming and repeated lines in a strict form. It's a fun challenge to write chained poems like this. It makes you think about pacing and how phrases slightly shift their meaning when juxtaposed against different phrases. It has a moody, atmospheric effect.