|(c) Andrew Wyeth - Self Portrait - 1949|
Low monstrous howls disturb our woods tonight;
the sea breaks ghosts in waves against the rocks.
Their echoes shriek within the house where light
and shadows shift in patterns on old clocks.
The hours toss on hollow, dark tick-tocks
The mirror oscillates with movement too
I'm shocked! Its silver casts the shape of you.
I jump as closet doors now creak, floors squeak.
The clouds outrace the moon to sheath the stars.
The room is cloaked in gloom and all seems bleak.
My mind plays tricks, I hear your bass guitar;
those ostinato beats resound afar.
In rhythmic drones they fade to solo song;
a sad oboe's atonement from beyond.
Poem (c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011
I broke the two 7 line stanzas (a b a b b c c) two ways to show the "dversity" of the form. The first a quatrain and a tercet; the second a terza rima and two couplets. I didn't have to break them but I broke and indented them for effect and to show the structure.
A study for Rime Royal at dVersepoets today 7/28/11 starting at 3 p.m. Eastern, 9 p.m. UK
Join me there, please!