You bring a finger stuttering down my cheek.
Each jump it makes, a current arrows through
that pierces skin, a blue and burning streak,
a sigil in the alphabet of you.
Invisible these marks but ever true;
imagine if one finger paints so clear
what manuscripts your body’s written here.
On alternate Thursdays, Gay Cannon hosts a Form symposium at dVerse. This week, she's chosen to highlight an old poetic form, the Rhyme Royal. This consists of seven line stanzas in iambic pentameter. with an ababbcc rhyme scheme, which can be varied in several ways. I've chosen to write just a single stanza, but this form is often used in longer narrative poems.
Image: Page from the Arthurian Romances,
medieval illuminated manuscript,
northern France, late 13th century
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