I go first into frosted night, flinging charms—seven
words to fend the blizzard whole while moon
sinks into clouds, swallowed in gray velvet
I’ve armed myself in furs; you red-robed in velvet
singing fireside untired, one slight flame against seven
nights of breaking cold, failing moon
No cracks in river ice, unmelted hidden moon
though your steady voice, low velvet
calls the fire. Outside alone I count slowly, seven—
seven nights until moon cuts again through storm-velvet
Thanks to Nathan for the set of tritina words, and to Jenifer, from whose very different and beautiful poem I lifted the blizzard line.
I love how seven becomes magical and mystical in this.
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Thanks, Cyn. I didn’t know where else to take it, with the moon in it, too. 🙂
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This is lovely, and like Cyn said, seven becomes magical. I have to try this form sometime! Such great visuals, swallowed in gray velvet, red-robed, no cracks .. Just lovely!
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Thank you. I enjoy these fantastical flights. Do try the tritina–it’s addictive. Always better if someone else chooses the words, though, I think.
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Seven and nine are magical numbers. I do like this poem. You make even snow and blizzards seem wonderful. Haven’t yet worked out how a tritina works though.
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I have been meaning to send you this link– http://yeahwrite.me/writing-help-tritina/
Basically, choose three words. Each line ends with one of the words in a specific rotation: (stanza 1) 123; (stanza 2) 312; (stanza 3) 231; the final line has all three words in order 123.
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Thanks! I’m glad you posted that because the explanation of a tritina I read somewhere else made zero sense to me. I’ll fiddle with and see what I come up with.
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I do so love this series. And this addition taps very well into the mystery and wildness at its core. You make me want to be a witch (maybe I am already).
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The best kind of poetry-witch! I have been wanting to get back to the series–this was kind of a secret back portal, unexpected. 🙂
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This is enchanting and rich and very vivid. “while moon
sinks into clouds, swallowed in gray velvet” is so lovely, as is the mystical feeling of a low velvet voice calling the fire. Your use of seven gives it a certain rhythm – like a drum accompanying the firelit song, drumming out the nights. I can’t tell you how much I love this one!
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I love that idea of the drum. Thank you, this makes me happy.
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How did I miss your original post of this? I like how you personified the moon. Rowan gave me a number for my first tritina, so I gave you one to see your solution. Magical is the perfect word for it.
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I mistimed this for the Yeah Write challenge, but I loved the words, and they definitely sent me in a magical direction. Thanks for the words and the read. 🙂
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