Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Susan, on her blog Chicken Spaghetti. Thank you, Susan, for hosting!
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Yesterday I was walking and saw this very common winter sight:
A barren forsythia in winter.
A bare tree. But since it is January, I began to think about spring and how everything will change in a few months. It’s not too early to start to think ahead. After all, days are slowly getting longer and there is no going back.
So since yesterday I tried to capture this bare shrub in a poem, and chose a French form known as the triolet. Some examples can be found here, including examples by poets Laura Purdie Salas and Amy Ludwig Vanderwater. If you are not familiar with this eight line form, it’s described nicely here, at a Masterclass site.
Below are the characteristics of each line. The first two lines are repeated in the last two lines.
Writing a Triolet: 1. The first line (A) 2. The second line (B) 3. The third line rhymes with the first (a) 4. Repeat the first line (A) 5. The fifth line rhymes with the first (a) 6. The sixth line rhymes with the second line (b) 7. Repeat the first line (A) 8. Repeat the second line (B)
After a few tries, and several hours, after discarding “tree” and “bush” for for “shrub,” which seemed more interesting, I came up with this:
Morning Walk By the road a flowering shrub, branches cold and bare, in wintertime, ignored and snubbed, by the road a flowering shrub. Like a member of a dormant club that seems without a care, by the road a flowering shrub branches cold and bare. © Janice Scully (draft)
Here’s a picture of the direction we are headed. You get the idea. I don’t know what kind of flower this is. Does anyone know? I don’t believe it is forsythia.
Happy Winter to you all from cloudy Upstate New York!