The Triolet.
By Liz Mastin
For
those of us who love poetry and the study of it, let no stone remained
unturned! However, it is such an involved study, I think its good move
along and get into the fun stuff: writing poetic forms! I find them to be truly
fun and very satisfying to write.
Using
my book The making of a Poem;
The Norton Anthology of Poetic Forms I would like to describe how to write
some of the poetic forms that have been popular in past centuries and are
enjoying a revival today..
The
triolet is probably the easiest of
the forms and so I’ll begin with it. The Triolet is a French form and while it
is somewhat limited in what it can do, that limiting factor makes it all the
more a challenge.
Triolets were originally
written in the Middle Ages. “The first triolets in English” according to poets Bob Holman and Margary Snyder ,“were
prayers written by Patrick
Carey , a Benedictine monk of the
17th century.
So,
consider this a challenge and become one of the few to write a triolet in 2012!
The triolet follows very exacting rules, these
being:
The Triolet
It
has eight lines. It is a very brief, tightly rhymed form that takes part of its
structure from the repetition of entire lines.
Line
1------------------------A
Line
2 -----------------------B
Line
3------------------------a (rhymes with line 1)
Line
4------------------------A (repetition of line 1)
Line
5------------------------a (rhymes with line 1)
Line
6------------------------b (rhymes with line 2)
Line
7------------------------A (repetition of line 1)
Line
8------------------------B (repetition of line 2)
TRIOLET
By
Robert bridges
When
first we met, we did not guess
That
love would prove so hard a master;
Of
more than common friendliness
When
first we met we did not guess.
Who
could foretell the sore distress,
This
irretrievable disaster,
When
first we met? – We did not guess
That
love would prove so hard a master.
TRIOLETS
By
Sara Teasdale
Dead
leaves upon the stream
And
dead leaves on the air –
All
of my lost hopes seem
Dead
leaves upon the stream;
I
watch them in a dream,
Going
I know not where,
Dead
leaves upon the stream
And
dead leaves on the air.
Hemingway Drank Here
Liz
Mastin
To
think that Hemingway once drank here:
Great
mind in a crazy environment!
At
sloppy Joes, He downed the beer.
To
think that Hemingway once drank here!
To
him I raise my glass of cheer
As
I sit in the same establishment.
To
think that Hemingway once drank here:
Great
mind in a crazy environment.
Liz Mastin Bio
Liz Mastin is a poet who lives in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho during the summer and Bullhead City , Arizona
in winter. She thrives on the study of the great poets, their biographies, the
schools of poetry to which they adhered, and the poetic conventions of the
times in which they lived.
While she enjoys free verse as well as metrical poetry, her
main interest lies in prosody. She notices that most of the enduring poems are
those we can remember and recite. Liz enjoys poetry forms such as the sonnet,
the sestina, the couplet, blank verse, simple quatrains, etc. and she hopes to
see modern poets regain interest in studied metrical poetry.
Liz is currently putting together her first collection of
poems which should be completed this winter. The poems are a mixture of
metrical and free verse poems.
2 comments:
i like your blog its so good.
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Thanks, Liz. I love poetry that has a strict form to follow. It's like a puzzle. I'm intrigued by the word "triolet." Does it rhyme with "violet"?
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