Hi everyone,

Another poem – this time it’s a triolet. This is a short 8-line stanza poem dating back to 13th Century France. the rhyme scheme is pretty easy to spot. It was done really well by Thomas Hardy when the form reached England in the 19th Century.

I decided to write about the dust that seems to gather on our staircase, despite how regularly we hoover it up.

Hope you enjoy it. This isn’t a picture of my stairs, by the way, in case you wondered.

 

Dust Gathers

Dust gathers on the staircase there,

Reminder that your work is all in vain.

Despite your best efforts and tender care,

Dust gathers on the staircase there.

Doesn’t seem the least bit fair,

That, though you go to so much pain,

Dust gathers on the staircase there,

Reminder that your work is all in vain.

 

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Cheers,

Richard

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