Time Moves On
When sun turned to gold
We sipped at our cold
Sauternes.
Perfectly controlled,
Hand in hand we strolled
Through ferns.
So Fortune’s wheel turns
And the flame that burns
So hot,
To ash it returns.
In the end one learns,
So what?
the form is Virelai Anciens
( 2 lines of five syllables followed by one line of 2. Repeated to make a 6 line stanza
with a rhyme scheme of AAB AAB, BBC BBC,)
but does not feature in poetrysoup lists
Copyright © Maggie Huscroft | Year Posted 2008
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