My 1st kyrielle
Too many... do just as detached, Robot preachers urge undeterred. Ours will never be the last word... Though it soothes to feel tightly Latched. We stake claims on God for Control... Human hubris is so absurd. Ours will never be the last word; Only letting go can make whole. As firm reminder of the Truth, We'll set our refrain in the third... Ours will never be the last word; All ends, including us, forsooth!
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.
Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.
Mixing up the rhyme scheme is possible for an unusual pattern of: axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ, etc. with Z being the repeated line.
The rhyme pattern is completely up to the poet.
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And I have been writing some kyrielles recently too – but favor the more traditional form with the refrain as the last line… Your 3rd line refrain works very nicely since it will never be the last word!!
I like pushing the limits of these forms 🙂
(it makes it more fun for me)
Truth…another slippery word. (K)
I’m full of ’em 🙂
Interesting form, very elegant.
yep! just learned of it yesterday/today!
❤
David
😻
Our last words merry round again
Ancient tales in a serpent’s maw
Yet to be heard in the encore
Babbled blurbs in bubbles of wind
Merci, David, for inspiring the first stanza of my first (sort of) Kyrielle. I can almost hear a medieval French poet laughing. I may work it, just to see how my fallacy turns out. 😉
Kyrielle or no kyrielle, that’s so lovely, CES! You really floor me, truly ❤
-David
If you’re floored, Sir, look down. That feathered cap you see, I am tipping.
Btw, I’m still not sure how my fallacy turns out, but I worked through this quartet of quatrains, with their third lines the refrain, dedicated to you, David, in gratitude for the inspiration, with any and errors my own.
Our last words merry round again
Ancient tales in a serpent’s maw
Yet to be heard in the encore
Babbled blurbs in bubbles of wind
/This entry in my diary
On some open-mic night in store
Yet to be heard in the encore
Echoing through a priory
/There are words for infinity
Spoke mouth to ear in metaphor
Yet to be heard in the encore
Humming a four-part harmony
/Ancient words writ in Babel spell
In dialect unused before
Yet to be heard in the encore
A merry mantrical rondelle
CES, this is seriously amazing. I don’t even know where to begin complimenting you.
I loved the last line of the first stanza to begin with… and I also love the “four part harmony” – that’s fantastic. Honestly, you put mine to shame. And that reference to the rondelle (also French) – just WOW.
I am WOWED by your praise, David. And soothed to feel tightly latched. Thank you kindly. 🙂
❤ ❤ ❤
Nice kyrielle! You’re on a roll, with new forms of poetry rolling out everyday!👍👍🔥
definitely not every day – that’s just crazy talk 😉
Ok..you’re rolling out with new poems everyday!