Shadows' prism refracting
gives only a black rainbow.
Scar-eyed, dead rocks impacting
make the wink of the moonglow.
echoes in pity's hollow.
Truth devoid of verity
sneaks in where sense can’t follow.
The music of November
frosts on forgotten meadows.
The harpist sings Remember;
rash words no action shadows.
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Sunday Mini-Challenge: the Celtic Quatrain
Kerry has chosen a form that may be sheer music in the Gaelic, but in English is truly, as always, challenging in the extreme. Rhyming three syllable words is one thing, but doing it in lines of only seven syllables is quite another. (For a full explanation of the form, follow the link above.)
Still, this was a very creative exercise for me. Thanks, Kerry.
Image: Shadows.Moonlit Night. Isaac Levitan, 1885, watercolor
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