The Amber Glow of Sun in Fall - a Poetry Friday post

[kellyrfineman]

This month, my poetry sisters and I were tackling triolets. A triolet is a short poem of just eight lines, rhymed ABaAabAB, where the capital letters are repeated lines. Basically, once you've written the first two lines, you only have three more to go (the lower case lines). Triolets were originally devotional poems, and then became popular as

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that light

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I have taken many photos this year when I find a tree that's 'glowing', Kelly, just as you've described in your poem. I love the rhythm of it, like a romp through a pile of leaves, too! Nice response to the challenge.

Re: that light

[kellyrfineman]

Thanks!

[ext_2214938]

I love the enjambment in this poem. And your repeated lines are lovely. What a beautiful homage to fall.

[kellyrfineman]

I really wish I could have pulled it off better still, but . . .

I kept thinking of the start of "Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven": Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths/ enrought with gold and silver light,/ the blue, and the dim, and the dark cloths/ of night and light and the half-light"

enjambment

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I really do think you're the queen of enjambment, Kelly. Blows me away every time....

Re: enjambment

[kellyrfineman]

The art of enjambment isn't hard to master. It's just going "how do I not end this rhyme at the end of a line?" now and again.

Triolets done right

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Now, see: YOURS has a compelling, prevailing image, and sticks with it. I think this form eludes me mostly because I want to put too much into them - the beautiful amber-gold simplicity of this one shines.

Re: Triolets done right

[kellyrfineman]

With the amount of repetitions in the poem, it's hard to travel too far . . .

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Sigh, I'll be clinging to those memories of golden leaves and golden light all winter long!

[kellyrfineman]

Me too. I'm especially fond of the witch hazel out front, which is a gorgeous gold-yellow!

[ext_1476872]

Poetry Princess Fridays are my favorite Poetry Fridays of all!

You have chosen my favorite sight of fall -- trees that glow with an inner light. Your poem does read like a song.

[kellyrfineman]

Thank you! That is just what I was aiming for (song). And I do love the quality of the light in fall, and those glowing bright leaves.