Poetic Form 34: Treochair

Free Fall

Let me go.

To fall forever freely,

like a Christmas morning snow.

Dreams coming

true. Trusting the bright colors

wrapped, a child’s joy becoming 

the chance for

us to shine sharply. See I

know how love unlocks the lores 

told by fires.

The heartbreak, hurt, and hunger

hold us, making us liars.

We say one

thing, but believe another.

Never knowing nothing more

then broken

relationships reeling right

back to shore, love not spoken.

But right now?

I wish we were never scarred,

so we would want only how

to let go,

and fall freely forever.

Snowflakes silently inflow.

Poetic Form #34: Treochair

The treochair is an Irish form. The poem uses tercets (three-line stanzas) 
with the first line rhyming with the third line. Each stanza a different rhyme,
 except the last stanza goes back to the first stanza rhyme. There are three
 syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and seven in the third. 
The last rule is that treochairs use a lot of alliteration.