Spring—a Huitain
Banish the blues with a red touch,
blend them purple for tomorrow,
boys and clinker don’t mean too much
warm debris for the wheelbarrow.
Pigeons perch on the old scarecrow,
who imagines lilacs in spring,
they watch the boy make a furrow
and prepare for life on the wing.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Revised for napowrimo #22
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16/03/2018 at 16:45
Very nice. I don’t remember that style.
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16/03/2018 at 16:49
Ah-ha! Revision time 🙂
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16/03/2018 at 19:00
I’m imagining lilacs in spring during this snowy March too. It’s time to say goodbye to the white and hello to the green.
Lovely as always, Polly!
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16/03/2018 at 19:28
Aw, that’s a smashing comment, Carrie. I love that you’re seeing lilacs – they’ll be here soon. x
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16/03/2018 at 20:02
Smashing
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16/03/2018 at 23:13
Ooh, thanks Elaine 😊
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19/03/2018 at 09:30
I like it, and a form which is new to me.
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19/03/2018 at 09:44
Said to be fifteenth century French in origin, though the Spanish claim it too (!) ‘The Monk’s Tale’ by Chaucer is thought to be the first English huitain.
Here’s a guide:
Single verse
~ Eight lines
~ Eight syllables
~ rhyme scheme: a b a b b c b c
~ most focus on a single subject, exploring perspectives and elevating subject.
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02/04/2018 at 00:58
This was one with beauty and moments of humor, too! Lovely, Polly! xo 💐
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02/04/2018 at 01:34
Glad you enjoyed ‘Spring’ and thank you for commenting 🙂
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02/04/2018 at 14:20
You’re welcome, Polly! 🌸💗
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