Iron Poet, Round XIII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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[roadnotes]

Fox, jump, man. Sonnet, or triolet.

[cadhla]

You were the fox, and I the man:
You were the truth, and I the lie.
You were not part of any plan.
You were the fox, and I the man.
We did well as any can;
We saw the rose-owl jump and fly.
You were the fox, and I the man.
You were the truth, and I the lie.

You called me wise, I called you fair,
And all we had was sand and stars.
You tangled flowers in your hair,
You called me wise, I called you fair,
And when you asked if I would dare,
I said I could not stand my scars.
You called me wise-I called you fair-
And all we had was sand and stars.

So here I stand before the Wood,
And hope the rose-owl hears my plea:
I tried so hard to do some good.
So here I stand before the Wood,
Where far too few have understood
That we are bound by destiny.
So here I stand before the Wood...
And hope the rose-owl hears my plea.