Before the Rain: Tritina Challenge

 

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The sun rises, the horizon a crimson flame–

red sky in morning, tonight comes the rain.

Yet still the robins sing, in tree branches lifting

 

skyward, boughs and birdsong, lifting,

shifting as the sun’s rays flame

the world in gold before the rain.

 

And in these hours, before the rain,

when eyes and voices are lifting,

down below the daffodils burst alive and flame–

 

and robins hop amidst the flame of flowers, lifting, winging, before the rain.

 

This is a tritina for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. She asked us to choose three words from a poem by Francis Ledwidge.  I chose flame, rain, and lifting. I might be having a having a hard time concentrating on forms, but I also think this is a difficult form—for me, at least.

 

NaPoWriMo: The Eighteenth-Century Coffee House

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He asked for coffee, that bitter brew

and then joined me at the table,

asking, “What news have you? What news?”

 

At Hogarth’s they say Quid Novi? when asking for the news.

Here it’s plain English speech as we consume our brew

We speak of war and the latest plays, call to another table

 

Drink more coffee from the pot, and gather round the table,

discuss our lives, our wives, science, and some news,

we’ll talk, laugh, and pamphlet glance, sip the stimulating brew

 

We’ll brew a bit of rebellion here–or table it—just debate the news.

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 7  Today’s Prompt: Write a Tritina.  So I did.

I found this article on London Coffee houses. I was amused to read about a coffee house where the patrons were asked to speak only in Latin.