The Last Storm of 2020
As we slept, the snow fell from
clouds humming secrets. The night
kept the sun down an extra
minute. Electric the sight
of metal clouds, snow and rays
of light brazed across morning
routines. Plows beeping, a call
to arms. To all, a warning.
The year will not go gently
into twenty-one. A last
reminder of its death grip
on our kinship or love’s cast.
Poetic Form #68: Awdl Gywydd
The Welsh form, Awdl Gywydd, is interesting because of the internal
rhyme scheme. A stanza is four lines, with seven syllables per line.
The final syllable of the first and third lines rhyme with the 3rd through
5th syllable of the following lines, while the second and fourth lines
rhyme. Here is a visual look at a stanza:
xxxxxxa
xxaxxxb
xxxxxxc
xxxxcxb
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