spring awakening
in
the eaves
sparrows nest
there’ll be no rest
young beaks agape incessantly tweeting
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10
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May Day 3
secrets
the
darker
the secret
the more likely
keepers risk being owned by the tellers
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10
May Day 2
hard labor
when
we work
to survive
it costs our soul
if that is our only motivation
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10
May Day 1
hearts
how
they bleed
when worn on
sleeves, broken hearts,
shielded in darkness, how they harden
~kat
This month we’re exploring the Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also bereversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1
Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
and so on.
“Euclid, the mathematician of classical times, considered the number series 1, 2, 3, 4 to have mystical significance because its sum is 10, so he dignified it with a name of its own – Tetractys. The tetractys could be Britain’s answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables.” – Ray Stebbin
intoxicated
intoxicated
you entered
my heart,
you, to whom I am
bound like
a drunkard to wine
I begged
to be freed
from your kisses
~kat
A Blackout poem and digital artwork for Mind Love Miseries Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the poem, The Vampire by Charles Baudelaire. (See below)
The Vampire
You who, like the stab of a knife,
Entered my plaintive heart;
You who, strong as a herd
Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,
To make your bed and your domain
Of my humiliated mind
– Infamous bitch to whom I’m bound
Like the convict to his chain,
Like the stubborn gambler to the game,
Like the drunkard to his wine,
Like the maggots to the corpse,
– Accurst, accurst be you!
I begged the swift poniard
To gain for me my liberty,
I asked perfidious poison
To give aid to my cowardice.
Alas! both poison and the knife
Contemptuously said to me:
“You do not deserve to be freed
From your accursed slavery,
Fool! – if from her domination
Our efforts could deliver you,
Your kisses would resuscitate
The cadaver of your vampire!”
Published in 1857.
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