12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

• Week 46 • Rime Couee •

Excerpt from Sissajoy

Where a hero rides to take command
between the badlands and the grand
gold and silver City
reclines a forest – spelled, strange – spanned
by sky alone. Here he is lost and
found, and she is pretty.

“Cate,” she breathes, leads him deep, her
dusked owl wings catch on the creepers,
he thinks he loves her, till
he spies another tree-keeper –
her sister, Beth’s beauty steeper,
her butterfly wings fill

his hero’s heart with sudden greed
his father’s blood quickens with need –
he, the son of the King.
Cate hears that revelation freed:
from her grasp Beth is shucked, a seed
of joy; the pained wood sings.

For Beth’s soul roils in such change,
the fire in her great and strange,
she leads him from the wood.
Cate, eyes stinging, watches them range
till lost in trees, and then, estranged,
the place her sister stood.

A 6 line French form with two rhymes.
The first two, and the 4th and and 5th lines contain 8 syllables and the same rhyme.
The 2nd and 6th lines contain their own rhymes and 6 syllables.
The pattern is this:


Tell me wotcha reckon

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