Treasure Island

Amera Andersen

(12/03/81 / New Jersey)

The Well


A flowing river fed the well
Before you left and said “farewell”
But now you’re gone and it is dry
I often ask and wonder why

Now just a hole, an empty shell
A flowing river fed the well
The river of love that had no end
Liquid of life that we would spend

I loved you so there was no doubt
The well dried up and left this drought
A flowing river fed the well
It kept me here, within your spell

The river’s gone, the well dried up
You left me with an empty cup
There’s no one left that I can tell
A flowing river fed the well



Author notes:
Quatern

A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains.
It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain.
The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line.
It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme
scheme.
S1 refrain is L1
S2 refrain is L2
S3 refrain is L3
S4 refrain is L4

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011
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