A kyrielle is a French form that was originally used by Troubadours. In the original French kyrielle, lines had eight syllables. Written in English, the lines are usually iambic tetrameters. The distinctive feature of a kyrielle is the refrain in which the final line of every stanza is the same. The name of the form comes from the word kyrie, a form of prayer in which the phrase "Lord have mercy" (kyrie eleison) is repeated.
A kyrielle can be any length as long as it is written in 4 line stanzas of iambic tetrameters. A kyrielle also has a rhyme scheme. Two popular forms are aabB/ccbB/ddbB etc. or abaB/cbcB/dbdB etc., where B is the repeated refrain.
A kyrielle can be any length as long as it is written in 4 line stanzas of iambic tetrameters. A kyrielle also has a rhyme scheme. Two popular forms are aabB/ccbB/ddbB etc. or abaB/cbcB/dbdB etc., where B is the repeated refrain.
Here is an example of the form.
Kyrielle
by John Payne
A lark in the mesh of the tangled vine,
A bee that drowns in the flower-cup's wine,
A fly in sunshine,--such is the man.
All things must end, as all began.
A little pain, a little pleasure,
A little heaping up of treasure;
Then no more gazing upon the sun.
All things must end that have begun.
Where is the time for hope or doubt?
A puff of the wind, and life is out;
A turn of the wheel, and rest is won.
All things must end that have begun.
Golden morning and purple night,
Life that fails with the failing light;
Death is the only deathless one.
All things must end that have begun.
Ending waits on the brief beginning;
Is the prize worth the stress of winning?
E'en in the dawning day is done.
All things must end that have begun.
Weary waiting and weary striving,
Glad outsetting and sad arriving;
What is it worth when the goal is won?
All things must end that have begun.
Speedily fades the morning glitter;
Love grows irksome and wine grows bitter.
Two are parted from what was one.
All things must end that have begun.
Toil and pain and the evening rest;
Joy is weary and sleep is best;
Fair and softly the day is done.
All things must end that have begun.
If you want to learn more about the kyrielle you can read this Wikipedia entry. or the article Kyrielle: The Kyrie Reformed.
So, there's your challenge for the week. I hope you'll join me in writing a kyrielle. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
So, there's your challenge for the week. I hope you'll join me in writing a kyrielle. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
Balance: A Kyrielle
ReplyDeleteWinter enters autumn’s small breach.
It puts the summer out of reach.
It levers cold and ache and pain
And makes us long for warmth again.
Winter’s fingers takes a cold pulse.
Its readings charged and often false.
It sings ice storms into each brain
And makes us long for warmth again.
Winter’s dreamings delve deep and cold.
In our hibernate we grow old.
Our hair turns white, likewise our skin
And makes us long for warmth again.
But every soul like earth needs sleep.
And every mind must dig down deep.
Persephone’s balance we maintain
Till we come back to warmth again.
©2015 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
Park in December
ReplyDeleteColored trees stand in the snow,
red and gold zigzagging bright
each winter branch from high to low.
Someone wrapped the park in light.
A purple tree, a yellow-blue,
growing out of fields of white.
Vegas vines make shadows new.
Someone wrapped the park in light.
The Ansel Adams snow and bark,
a proper funeral suit, cold night
is shocked by crayons in the dark.
Someone wrapped the park in light.
—Kate Coombs, 2015
all rights reserved
Here's a photo link to go with my poem:
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Vegas vines
ReplyDeleteAnsel Adams snow and bark
love those!!!
Jane
Thanks, Jane! Yours made me shiver (both ways). Happy New Year to you and Tricia. :)
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