On Cliff's Edge
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day
I feel so cold, a deadly chill
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
so desolate, bereft of will
with trepidation, feet of clay
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day.
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul
I've lost too much, and can't remain
whose evil spell did weave such pain
my morrow's hopes all died in vain
for death I know the bell doth toll
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul.
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind
the waves collide on rocks that wait
the sea sings dirges of my fate
a voice begs 'no', but it's past late
I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse
Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight.
Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)
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