Thursday, February 03, 2011

A Triolet

A triolet is a one stanza poem of eight lines with an ab.aa.ab.ab rhyme scheme. The first, fourth and seventh lines are the same as are the second and eighth lines. They are great fun to compose. Here's one I wrote on one of my Cobble walks.


What the Hemlock Said

From where I stand I see the river bend
before it wanders off across the field.
A hundred years I’ve watched the water wend,
For where I stand I see the river bend,
And you would think a hundred years to spend
along the water’s edge by rights should yield
a closer knowledge of the river bend
before it wanders off across the field.



17 comments:

Molly said...

That is just lovely! I remember teachers trying to drum all that ab, aa,ab,ab stuff into my head. I resisted strenuously. Now I wish I'd made more of an effort.....

Brian Miller said...

an interesting form...you pull it off well...like watching the river bend....

brianhayes said...

A bend along a wend?
Wonderful. I think I'll try that!

Meggie said...

Ah, the image that is conjured up.
I enjoy this.

steven said...

pauline - this is a new form to me and on monday, it'll be a new form to my class! this is a lovely rendering of a walk. i love the old words like wend, "wern" is another that loves to hold hands with the word wend. steven

Pauline said...

Molly - it's never too late to start ;)

Thanks, Brian M

Brain H - you won't regret it ;)

Meggie - it's a beautiful spot by the river to sit and talk with the trees

Steven - I think Chaucer may have been the last person to use wern!

lime said...

ah, the lesson of the tree: we only learn what's round the bend if we dare to wander. nicely done.

thanks for stopping by my place after POTW. :)

deb colarossi said...

It reads light
and not.
I like it.

Barbara said...

It just struck me how difficult it would be to be a tree without the possibility of following up on anything that moves away. Imagine hundreds of years in one place!

Joanna Jenkins said...

What a wonderful mental picture I have. Nice job.
Have a great weekend, jj

Marion said...

I remember being taught about rhyme and rhythm in elementary school and I once loved to write these one stanza poems. But along the way somewhere, someone made fun of my poetry and you know where that can lead. Any poetry I write now comes out stilted and false.

I can imagine this tree and river so well!

Berowne said...

It's not just your rhyming scheme; it's in iambic pentameter too. Congratulations. :-)

Ruth said...

The form is new for me too (and so is "wern" - how cool to have something so old be new). I like it, the way I like a villanelle, for how the lines that are echoed reinforce a beautiful aspect of the poem. Lovely.

Pauline said...

Lime - I guess even if you stand in one place for a hundred years, you learn things...

deb - I like that comment :)

BB - I wonder if trees find it difficult?

Thanks, JJ!

Marion - never see yourself solely through someone else's eyes!

Thanks Berowne - it was an interesting challenge

me, too Ruth!

Reya Mellicker said...

Is it really fun to compose? All those rules frighten me.

A great poem, though. Wow.

Pauline said...

Reya - the challenge of following the rules is the fun part!

herhimnbryn said...

P. Beautiful. I shall try it out now too.