POEM: Black Skies [Rondeau Quatrain]

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I saw the black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I saw those black skies up ahead.

And from the distance I felt dread.
The dark wouldn’t yield to my reproach.
I saw those black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.

The ebon clouds began to spread.
Into my mind they did encroach,
and on my bliss began to poach
until something monstrous was bred.

I saw the black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I saw those black skies up ahead.

3 thoughts on “POEM: Black Skies [Rondeau Quatrain]”

  1. It occurs to me that classic blues lyrics follow a similar pattern. Or is it gospel? Or both? I dunno but I really enjoyed that one. Nice work. And I dig it when I come across a word I don’t know, like “ebon”. Thanks.

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    • Maybe so. I don’t know much about music but I know the Rondeau poetic form was linked to a [French — circa 14th century] musical style. And from there what subsequent music styles might have been influenced is beyond me.

      Thanks.

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