Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps

Posted on by ben Alexander

My 1st Catena rondo

Child claps hands at age-old fable
Pulsing auroras glimmer bright
Silent abyss-eyes consume light
Child claps hands at age-old fable

Pulsing auroras glimmer bright
Faint swish with it brings eerie chill
Sentinels sleep against their will
Pulsing auroras glimmer bright

Faint swish with it brings eerie chill
Faithfully, distant church bells chime
Life ground between vast jaws of time
Faint swish with it brings eerie chill

Faithfully, distant church bells chime
Child claps hands at age-old fable
Cold fingers scrape across table
Faithfully, distant church bells chime

Child claps hands at age-old fable
Pulsing auroras glimmer bright
Silent abyss-eyes consume light
Child claps hands at age-old fable

Catena rondo?

  • The poem is comprised of a variable number of quatrains;
  • Each quatrain has a rhyme pattern of AbbA;
  • The first line of each quatrain is also the final line of the quatrain;
  • The second line of each quatrain is the first line of the next quatrain
  • The final quatrain should repeat the first quatrain word for word.

W3 poetry prompt

This catena rondo was written in response to Britta Benson’s W3 prompt ~ to write a poem on the theme of time.

d’Verse Open Link Night

I wrote this first catena rondo of mine for d’Verse OLN #316.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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46 thoughts on “Pulsing auroras, or: Child claps”

      1. The first and the last,
        For me they opened
        And closed with tears
        All of us clapped our hands for the old fables, until we in the wonder of natural light ( on repeat, how beautiful) see the meaning in a different light.
        Your catena rondo, with the prescribed rhyme, describing the passing of time, is a musical.

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