Day 12

Breathing Virus Triolet

 

we are confined behind windows, and

in Spring the birds sing without us

obstructing their song, freeing the land,

we are confined behind windows – and

sitting for hours, wine glasses counting sand

in this pause, the planet breathes. Our breath is a virus;

we are confined behind windows and

in Spring the birds sing. Without us

 

Saffron – April 2020

 

Prompt:

Write a triolet. These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a tight rhyme scheme. The repetitions and rhymes can lend themselves to humorous poems, as well as to poems expressing dramatic or sorrowful moods. And sometimes the repetitions can be used in deceptive ways, by splitting the words in a given line into different sentences, and making subtle changes, as in this powerful triolet by Sandra McPherson.