Saturday spritzes its cologne,
fresh market trips and onion domes,
the awnings coated green with lime;
we’ve washed them now a thousand times.
Saturday noon, a silly smell,
grassy thrill of a young schoolgirl,
church tiles like artwork that won’t sell;
they’ve washed them now a thousand times.
Saturday evening, dab of musk,
time to take off the weekday husk,
dried out hands, etched lyrical lines;
I’ve washed them now a thousand times.
Saturday midnight, red flare blooms,
streetlights smolder and feelings loom,
my mind’s a saucer soaked with grime;
you’ve washed it now for the last time.
This Saturday’s Lucky Dip – Compose a Kyrielle. Join Us!
A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains (a stanza consisting of 4 lines), and each quatrain contains a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the poem consists of only eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum.
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The subtle changes in the final line of each stanza work really well.🙂
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Thank you, Hobbo. Was fun, I guess I do like the molds I resist. Good to be “assigned” some structure.
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I never realised that these poems had a name. I’ve seen some before but never counter syllables.
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Does that mean you liked this one? 😉
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Haven’t decided yet 🤣
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Need a second whiff, I’m guessing. Or sometimes it’s nice to try the scent out for a day and see if it’s still pleasing at day’s end.
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Neither of these, it was just those long words!
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No guess required here; I’m loving this one! Not much of a form guy myself (with the exception of sevenlings, shadormas, haiku, senryu, tanka, ghazal, and the occasional Limerick), but I might just give this a whirl sometime. Very cool Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron. Super kind comment. I haven’t dabbled in sevenlings or shadormas, but I will look into them. I’m changing my ways, I guess, in seeing the value of form. Hope you’re having a good weekend.
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full of scents and perfumes: an aromatic poem 🙂
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Why didn’t I see this comment last night? Maybe the wine.Thank you, kindly, John. It was fun to try on the shapely hat of the Kyrielle. Might try on more poetry shapes in the future, just to see if a brilliant outfit emerges.
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Lol ; yes, don’t blame it on the bossa nova; blame it on the wine — it’s always the wine 🙂
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It’s like when you think you’ve lost your flat key, then are so glad when it’s been in your back pocket all night. Yeah, the blind of the wine, for sure. 😃
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I’ve been there more times than I care to count 🙂
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Another thing in common, then. We’ll have to be sure to hide a house key, garden gnome– just in case. 😉
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indeed 🙂 hey. Karen, I noticed something starnge; I’m going to put it on my post now so those who have commented can see it 🙂
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Really good appeal to the senses. Is it set in Eastern or Central Europe or someplace with that influence? I can’t help thinking of Orthodox churches(onion domes)
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Thanks; yes, it has elements of Munich, which is where I am currently. I appreciate your kind comments.
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