This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Trilune challenge from http://www.janedougherty.wordpress.com. So check out her beautiful blog and join in…
A trilune is a poem of three stanzas of three lines of 3×3 syllables each (that’s 9 in case you were wondering), circling a central theme. The rhyme is on the third line of each stanza so you get a pattern of abc dec fgc.
Here’s my attempt:
One man promised to catch her the moon
to pull it down from the sky at night
but she feared that the stars would then die.
One man told her he’d buy her the moon
that money was never a problem
but she found out that this was a lie.
The last man never spoke of the moon
but held her as if she were the stars
so to him she never said goodbye.
All words by Damien B. Donnelly
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