Never one for romances
I was blinded to arrive
Apart from old advances
By time’s sweetest contrive
You chipped at the iciness
That fear had given quarter
Revealing warm spiciness
Under this cold heart’s mortar
With twin hearts now emblazing
Gave no choice but to sever
The cold to the amazing
This love so dear so clever
Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month I bring you an Ae Freislighe poem
The Ae Freislighe (ay fresh-lee) is an old poetic form from Ireland. It has a quatrain stanzas (4-line stanzas) of only 7 syllables per line. What makes is interesting (and somewhat frustrating) is its rhyme scheme.
Lines 1 and 3 rhyme together, but they rhyme as three syllables (xxa)
Lines 2 and 4 rhyme together as two syllables (xb)
A unique element of the form is that the final syllable of the poem should be the same rhyme as the very first syllable of the poem. (Yes, I cheated here – rhyming the word, not the syllable. It said should not must – shoot me.)
An Ae Freislighe poem can be as concise as one stanza, or scale out as far as a poet wishes.
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