This poem is written for Penmuse -Pemnancy’s November 2024 Poetry Event. The poem is of the type ‘Catena Rondo’ Here’s how to write a catena rondo: The poem is comprised of a variable number of quatrains (4-line stanza) Each quatrain
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Virginia, 1753 Edward Voices of blatant dissent and grave animosity rose from the Morgan mansion in the Wockford county. An otherwise peaceful place surrounded by rolling hills and a captivating countryside, known for its quietude and peace-loving people, was now
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Here I am, a rich, glittering adornment in this home. I love to dress up and am happy that my owner knows and fulfills my desires, mostly on special occasions. But I wasn’t always like this. Just a few years
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This poem is an example of a Petrarchan sonnet. Also known as Italian sonnets, they are a classical form of verse that originated in Italy during the Renaissance. These sonnets consist of 14 lines written in iambic pentameter. The structure
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This poem is an Alexandrine, verse form that is the leading measure in French poetry. It comprises of three lines per stanza, four stanzas in total. The first two lines have six syllables each. The third line has 12 syllables and
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This poem is a Ghazal Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. The form also has an intricate rhyme scheme consisting of syntactically and grammatically
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This is an eclogue, a short pastoral poem, usually in dialogue, on the subject of rural life and the society of shepherds, depicting rural life as free from the complexity and corruption of more civilized life. This poem is a
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#Quintale 67 Written for Penmancy’s October event-Magic Fete. Won the second prize. Janaki groaned as she got up from the floor. Her eyes scanned the five-stepped ‘golu-padi’ she had set up and decorated painstakingly. This time it was literally a
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“Summer is over. It’s time for the rain to quench the thirst of the parched farm,” said Pradeep, the instructor of the YLAP(Young Leaders Award Programme), looking at the pale faces of the youngsters digging the organic farm at Katinge,
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That stormy night, she watched from her bedroom window The aged leaves of ivy creeper struggling yet failing to hold on To their dear life as the rain lashed out incessantly, They fell one by one, a victim of nature’s
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