“Sia, don’t go off too far,” the mother tusker, Meghali, trumpeted out to her four-month-old daughter. Meghali was leading the herd into Tiruchi, a village hamlet established in the Tosi forest area by the fishing folk, who were preparing their
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Seguidilla It’s a seven-line stanza with a specific rhyme scheme and rhythm, often used in Spanish folk songs. Guidelines: 7-line poem Syllable count: 7-5-7-5-5-7-5 per line One assonance rhyme between lines 2 and 4; another one between lines 5 and
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Treochair It’s an Irish form that employs an interesting syllable count with rhymes and alliteration. Guidelines: Treochair employs a lot of alliteration Variable number of tercets (or three-line stanzas) Three syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and
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Hir a Thoddaid This six-line form is like other Welsh forms in regards to a slight variation in line length and some complexity in the rhyme scheme. Guidelines: 1— xxxxxxxxa 2— xxxxxxxxa 3— xxxxxxxxa 4— xxxxxxxxa 5— xxxxxxxbxx 6— xxbxxxxxa
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Bob and Wheel Quintain (or five-line) stanza poem Rhyme scheme of ababa First line has 2-3 syllables Lines 2-5 have six syllables per line Word to use: swing Stanza: one Poem: I swing over yellows and greens sigh of relief I bring when
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This poem is written for Penmancy’s Penmuse contest. It is a Kwansaba Invented by Eugene B. Redmond in 1995, this form was inspired by the seven-day holiday of Kwanzaa, including its seven principles of unity, self-determination, collective work, cooperative economics,
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The whirring sound of the fan in my counselling chamber broke the silence between us. I could see her nervously twirling the ends of her dupatta. Through my acumen and experience as a psychologist, I knew it to be a
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Disclaimer: The characters in the story are fictitious and bear no resemblance to the original historical characters. This story is a Distend of my attempt for Quintale 63 https://penmancy.com/who-is-julius-caesar- The warm glow of the spotlights in the Birchwood auditorium
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I grabbed my pen and paper and sought solace on a bough, A tinge of blush rose to my cheeks to encapsulate love. I could sprinkle some alliterations-an easy task for me, Being a loner, despair descended to use obvious
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Buckinghampshire 1943 The sound of thick, marching boots broke the silence of the night. The melancholic air hung heavily over the surroundings suffocating every living being in vicinity. There wasn’t a breathing soul out on the streets. Noor slithered through
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