Monday, March 14, 2011

Dustbowl Pavane





Dustbowl Pavane;
in which the wheat dances


The wind begins, a breath, a sigh,
blades bend, wheat whispers brow to brow.
Clay cracks, green browns, the voices die.
The wind begins, a breath, a sigh.
The dustbound seed  is born to fly,
turned up beneath a burning plow.
The wind begins, a breath, a sigh,
blades bend, wheat whispers brow to brow



March 2011



A second triolet to pair with last week's, found here.



Posted for Form Monday, Triolets Part II,  at the inimitable One Stop Poetry



Photo: prairie grass blowing,  by joy ann jones, 2010

12 comments:

  1. Gorgeous colours you paint us pretty with in this perfect little triolet Joy, popped in to say thank you for supporting both my classes. It's been a joy to see people using this form, and fun to read all the different takes people have on the triolet!

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  2. This does indeed feel like a slow court dance, which as I've just disciovered, is what a pavane is. It's lovely.

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  3. This is completely beautiful, both words and image. And I love the metre! Mesmerizing.

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  4. How lovely, Hedge! The wheat dancing to the wind's music. "Clay cracks" and "turned up beneath a burning plow" are just a couple of striking images in this short poem. I'm not familiar with the triolet, but you've made me fall in love with it now. I also read last week's accompanying poem. I think you did an excellent job with both poems!

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  5. thank you for a lovely triolet and a new word

    and I Love the Peace sign (you saw my triolet) *smiles*

    Peace, hp

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  6. smiles. reminds me of days back on the farm...peaceful place watching your poetry from atop my tractor...

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  7. Then, as we both know, it all burns.

    Seriously, this is lovely.

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  8. Ah, yes, peaceful after hours of Idiot Wind. Really lovely.

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  9. This had the such rhythm - a pure delight to recite, hedgewitch.

    There's something about wind through the grains - it's amazing.

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  10. Very nice the way you actually conveyed the three steps of the dance with the tri-sectioned lines throughout.

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  11. I love your triolet- it was magical for me

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  12. wow, beautiful. i think i could hear the wind sigh in my own breath.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg