A
thirsty beggar does not choose
To
exist in such a parched state,
And
would take, water, milk or booze,
To
remedy, their arid fate,
A
feeling they very much hate,
That
when a quenching is thus found,
Sadly,
they do not hesitate
their
sips, and sadly such, they drown
This
week, for Form-For-All, Gemma Wiseman presents us with the Huitain form, an
eight-line poem, with each line having 8-10 syllables, and an overall rhyme
scheme of A, B, A, B, B, C, B, C. Head
on over to D’Verse; read Gemma’s excellent article, where you’ll learn all
about the form. Explore all the Huitain’s
composed by the community of poets, and hey, why not try your hand at this
form, and then share by linking up with D’Verse. Cheers!!!
