It’s been a while since I took up a poetry challenge and Bastet made a really good one. The style is called a Terzanelle and I’m going to give it my best shot. Yes, I’m using a subplot of Legends of Windemere: Allure of the Gypsies for a basis.
By Kayla Matt
The past is waiting for his return
Many hold a grudge
The past is waiting for his return
At the gate he will not budge
He senses anger in the air
Many hold a grudge
A familiar face devoid of care
She remembers what he did
He senses anger in the air
The love she held may now be rid
His presence boils her blood
She remembers what he did
Tears flowing like a salty flood
Neither knowing their next moves
His presence boils her blood
Time shall be a friend who proves
The past is waiting for his return
Neither knowing their next moves
The past is waiting for his return
(Yeah. I think I botched this. Need to distract . . . look at the munchkin!
Told him to close his eyes
Legends of Windemere 
I’m no expert, but I enjoyed that!!!
And as for the photo–how adorable!!!!
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Thanks. He’s big on making silly faces.
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🙂 we now have a new form! A Charles’ Terzanelle! The poem is nice anyway, very epic…and the Munckin is adorable! May I copy this onto my post?
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The poem, not the Munchkin…
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Sure. Though, I’m curious what I did wrong. Thought I followed the rhyme scheme.
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Darn…there was a bit that wasn’t put on the explanation…the metric length should be all the same…but besides that, which you couldn’t have known and which I’m going to fix…there is nothing wrong My humble apologies.
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No problem. I would have made a disaster of the metric length anyway. I never get that right.
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Just count syllables 😉
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This is why I hate math. 😉
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You’re the second to say that today…funny I hate math too, but never have problems counting syllable…don’t know why though.
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Math is mean. I think the inventors of math were messing with the human race when they added letters into the mix.
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true…those greeks were geeky mean. I used to like math until I hit algebra and my math teacher was an ex-drill sargeant…that was all she wrote…subject died and was buried.
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Similar thing happened to me. I had one math teacher that gave horrible explanations and left everyone confused. I had to substitute teach math a lot and I found that many kids have no idea what the use of advanced math is after learning it. English, history, and science can be explained. Math teachers seem to have a harder time justifying their subject to teenagers.
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yea…I’ve known very few math teachers who’ve ever been up to the explaining part of math…and believe me it’s the same over here on this side of the pond. If you get lucky and have a good math teacher, or if you just have a math talent…well fine, otherwise a lot of people lose out.
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Funny thing is how often saying ‘To pass this class, graduate, and get a job where you’ll never have to use this again’ works.
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yea true.
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It doesn’t sound botched to me, but I honestly don’t know the rhyming scheme, just like a good poem. And a happy funny face.
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It felt a little awkward in the imagery department around the 4th stanza. Though, I’m my own worst critic.
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I haven’t tried this form yet… I liked the poem… and the pic…
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I think the pic is getting more positive feedback than the poem. All is going according to plan.
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Well done and great poem, I like the Yallowitz twist put on the form. Maybe you should patent it. 🙂
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It was a fun twist that resulted in needing a heating pad and bed rest. 😉
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