Day: January 29, 2022

Ae Freislighe Notes

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

The Ae Freislighe (pronounced ‘ay freshly) is an Irish syllabic quatrain stanza form. Each line is seven syllables with lines one and three ending with a triple rhyme and two and four with a double rhyme. The entire poem should end as it began with a repetition (a dunadh) of the first syllable, word, phrase, line, or stanza.
xxxx(xxa)
xxxxx(xb)
xxxx(xxa)
xxxxx(xb)

Example

Dragon’s Breath by Jez Farmer

Somewhere sings a lover’s song
Beneath sheets of velvet dreams
Fantasy and love gone wrong
Drowned in reality’s streams

Whispers left on a pillow
Words of longing and desire
Softly wept tears of willow
For the love of burning fire

When fluttering moans called out
Arousing fingertips touch
Caresses leaving no doubt
That lust is wanting too much

The kiss of fire, dragon’s breath
Licking flames where passion’s meet
Flames speak in love’s shibboleth
As voices cry in the heat

Desire feeding the desire
Caught on a breath messing about
Lost embers of fading fire
As passion burned itself out

Somewhere sings a lover’s song
Beneath sheets of velvet dreams
Fantasy and love gone wrong
Drowned in reality’s streams

Dactylic Tetrameter

~ JezzieG

Dactylic Tetrameter
Form: Quatrains

Brilliant skies of surrealistic winter days,
Shades of grey lacking in cheer or delighting ways,
Mingle with vivid sighs, spring is arriving soon,
Icy the winds that recall the white snows of dune.
Children relay the intrigue of her mystery,
Seasons reclaim this awakening history,
Looking forward to rebirth of our Mother Earth,
Colour again will bedeck her ichorous girth.
Nature entices the eyes with exquisite dreams,
Winter white winds of elusive elation seems,
Out of our reach through belief in the living times,
Quickens consoling memories of springs eloquent and sublime

©JGFarmer2008

Peaceful Sleep

~ JezzieG

Peaceful Sleep
Form: Rondel Supreme

I can’t recall a peaceful sleep
Without blood in my nightmares
Whereat every turn the fear flares
Before I wake where the tears weep
In the darkness, the visions creep
As my eyes close into blind stares
I can’t recall a peaceful sleep
Without blood in my nightmares
I’m in the fears of night, knee-deep
As all around me, I feel the vacant glares
I hear their voices calling dares
That even a demon cannot keep
I can’t recall a peaceful sleep
Without blood in my nightmares

©JGFarmer2022

Then Give Back…

~ JezzieG

Poetry matches the image perfectly – a great read

The Lighthouse

When the song is sung out of me
all breath wheezes away
When those closing eyes are mine
and silence fills my mouth
then I will give myself back

When the turning wheel is staid
the longest road is walked
When gravity is satisfied completely
and all my poetry has been written
then I will give myself back

I will give myself back
to the ground
to the soil
I’ll lay myself down
give myself back to the earth
from where I came

When the flower’s head is closing for the night
and the worms surface from below
When the tune I’ve been humming is done
and the daydream of all I’ve known is broken
then I will give myself back

When the trivial moments are beyond mundane
and the steady hand-hold no longer offered
When the night is a bruised black and star-less
and every wish is washed clean…

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