Nine Line Rhyme

Though this be my eighth installment for the month, I’ve employed NaPo’s suggestion from Day Nine to write a nine-line poem. After meditating on how best to break down the structure of nine lines, I figured three stanzas of three lines each would work (yay simple math!) then thought immediately of the triplets common in terza rima. I decided to employ that form and rhyme scheme, adapting the initial rhyme of lines one and two into the middle line of the last stanza, so that each rhyme is represented three times. (All the threes and nines paired with the images of darkness and the moon might make for some fairly witchy verse).

So without further ado, here’s the journal draft for number eight:

moon and mist

And the cleaned-up version:

 

A smoky veil transcends the pearly moon,
arisen from the ebony abyss
to ripple ‘cross the heavenly lagoon

and beg the glow to bow behind the mist.
The moon avows, unfaltering and bright,
to lay upon the world its silver kiss

for, even through the cold embrace of night,
the sterling strings of heaven sing their tune,
an aria of darkness and of light.

Fourteener

Day 3:

Today’s prompt was to write a “fourteener,” a poem with fourteen syllables per line. I went very traditional with iambic heptameter and rhyming couplets. The rest filled itself in.

Draft:

fourteener

Final iteration:

If, in our search of waters deep, the undertow would haul
our drunken dreams to crushing leagues where foreign fingers crawl,
and choking chimneys heave and wretch their poisons in the brine
where Fate and Death swim circles round our dangling fishing lines;

If, on the bed of sodden sand, of shell and broken bone,
on strata of once fearsome beasts and beaten, weathered stone
where ghosts and greed lay deaf and dumb below their salty grave,
forever starved of heaven’s light above the emerald waves;

If, on our route through savage seas for pearls of perfect sheen,
for myths and vows of secrets hid, and treasures in between,
we chance to spy the envied glint of sunken fortune’s lore,
to stay our course would be more wise and dock at port once more.