Triolets Poem by Paul Hansford

Triolets



Christmas dinner

After the turkey and brandy-buttered pud,
A glass of punch, a mince pie, and the cake,
With tangerines and nuts, just as one should.
After the turkey and brandy-buttered pud,
Biscuits and cheese with port would seem quite good.
But would you credit? I've got the belly-ache
After the turkey and brandy-buttered pud,
A glass of punch, a mince pie, and the cake!

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The insomniac spouse's complaint

I've been awake since half past two;
If only I could sleep
Instead of brooding, as I do,
'I've been awake since half past two.'
If only I could be like you
And snore in slumber deep.
I've been awake since half past two!
If only I could sleep!

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The power of a word

Unthinkingly just now you said 'my love';
I made no sign, as if I hadn't heard,
But now my heart is soaring high above.
Unthinkingly just now you said 'my love';
I'm all a-flutter like a turtle-dove
To think perhaps you didn't use that word
Unthinkingly. Just now you said 'my love';
I made no sign. As if I hadn't heard!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lillian Thomas 31 July 2009

I like these; you have truly mastered this form. I esp. like the last one - a love song - probably the best use of the triolet of the 3. The middle one is very good too, alternating tetrameter with trimeter to give it a freshness and slightly humorous turn. The first is my least favorite, only because, i think, it has a heaviness (much like the heavy meal you mention) . But it also manages to sound witty, (pop-pop fizz-fizz oh what a relief it is, lol) I really admire your ability with form. Thank you for sharing.

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Susan Jarvis 11 May 2009

The chosen subject of each of these triolets fits this form perfectly. 'Christmas Dinner' exudes over-indulgence, 'the insomniac spouse's complaint' (wonderful title) epitomises the anguish of a sleepless night, and 'The power of a word' - well, it's 'all a-flutter...' - inspirational examples. S :)

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