The April day was overcast
and I was feeling out of sorts.
Although the winter gloom had passed
the April day was overcast.
My deep despair was cured at last –
a blackbird sang in fits and starts;
the April day was overcast
and I was feeling out – of sorts.
Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2023

Image by Marco Midmore on Unsplash
For Day 4 of NaPoWriMo, we are writing triolets, an eight-line poem in which all the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.
Triolets were in vogue among the Victorians — all those repetitions can add a sort of melancholy gravitas to a poem; however, they can also make the poem sound oddly gong-like. A playful, satirical poem, on the other hand, can be easily written in the triolet form, especially if the non-repeating lines slightly change the meaning of the repeated ones.We have been given examples by two of my favourite poets: Thomas Hardy’s ‘Birds at Winter’ and the wonderful Wendy Cope’s ‘Valentine’.
It has a beautiful flow, Kim. 🙂
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What can’t you do, Kim? This is wonderful. Lovely for the bird that made it a splendid day. Nature understands. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you for your lovely comment, Selma.
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This one is very jaunty for someone who is out of sorts 🙂 Must be that blackbird lifted your spirits.
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Blackbirds always raise my spirits, Jane.
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I told myself once, that the day I am not moved by the blackbirds’ song, I’ll know there is something seriously wrong.
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This is just brilliant Kim..it flows seamlessly.
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That makes me very happy, Mich.
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Love this–flawless and moving!😍
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Thanks so much Romana!
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I love the turn in this triolet where even with the repetition, you change the whole tone of the poem at the end. Brilliant.
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Thank you LuAnne!
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And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how it is DONE!
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Thank you, Ron! You can’t see, but I’m curtsying now. 🙂
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