Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Bogged Down

Image by Mostafa Habibi

The tempest stirs quicksilver sea,
and hope floats just beyond my reach
as sharp-tongued waves roll over me.
The tempest stirs quicksilver sea;
sucked into mire, can’t seem to flee
this life defiled by blackened breach--
while  tempest stirs quicksilver sea
and hope floats just beyond my reach.

© Ginny Brannan December 2011
*This is a Triolet, a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, captital letters representing repeated lines.

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  1. the quicksilver sea is a haunting image..just perfect for the mood in the pic..

  2. Hi Ginny,
    This is very dramatic with the repetition and the feeling of being helpless, lost. You really do well in the form: it doesn't constrain you imagination or imagery. Very nice poem.

  3. What a deep read and hunting read. thank you for sharing

  4. the sharp tongues make for a great allusion to other things in this...and they will roll over you if you let them...hope just out of reach leaves me a bit sad...

  5. quicksilver sea and hope floats just beyond my reach..your words work perfectly with the the poetic form...

  6. stirs quicksilver beautiful is that?....just a lovely, dark and very rich piece.

  7. Love your triolet! The repetition adds weight and depth. Great descriptions too of the sea and waves.

  8. talented work, ,ginny, keep it up.

  9. I enjoy your explanations on form, Ginny, and this poem illustrates it so well. I love the image of "quicksilver sea." Have a lovely Christmas, Ginny. Enjoy your family. Victoria


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