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Still following Seanan McGuire's Lover's Chain tutorial. The eighth step is a triolet, an eight lined rhymed poem with repeating lines. It has an ABAAABAB rhyme scheme. I am writing a love poem to a monstrous final girl.
I love triolets because of the repeating lines, but I am not fantastic at them because of the rhyming. I think the first two lines are the most important, because the first repeats so often and because the second ends the poem. I want a strong ending, a strong final line for my final girl.
1A Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
2B you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free-
3A falling backward, knife, tangled hair, fallen and still.
1A Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
4A you punched up, knife flashing, fisted, iron-will
5B stronger than I'd ever seen, my gorgeous girl, wild, gutsy.
1A Teeth, claws, weight, it tore into you until
2B you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free.
Lover’s Chain
1
The moon rises, bright and full, and with it comes peace.
2
Bloody, bruised, you escape death;
Come, darling, rest, catch your breath.
3
You wore a dress I love, bell skirt swinging;
we danced beneath the bright moonlight.
Kiss me, you said, and I obeyed — left us breathless, joyful, clinging.
4
Behind us, woods, empty and dark.
Silent, but for the crunch of broken leaves.
“Wait,” I said, chilled and leery.
You kissed me, you smiled — I’ll be right back.
5
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin,
branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
It crashes through the brush nearby, big, furred — my breath goes thin.
Branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin.
6
I froze, terrified, face to face with a beast.
It opened its long muzzle wide, flashed sharp, shiny teeth.
You were safe, my love, I thought, at least, at least.
Then you appeared, one hand on my arm, dragging me away beneath
the lowest branches, silver at your fingers, brow creased.
My hero, but you left me, fear holding me still, in the broken heath.
7
You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight.
Darted through brush, over fallen branches,
until the monster, heavy, furred, rose on its haunches,
and you leaped, silver knife carving the night.
You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight,
straight into the monster’s reach.
Knife flashed, blood, and with a howl-like scream, it launched into the fight.
8
Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free-
falling backward, knife, tangled hair, fallen and still.
Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
you punched up, knife flashing, fisted, iron-will
stronger than I'd ever seen, my gorgeous girl, wild, gutsy.
Teeth, claws, weight, it tore into you until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free.
I love triolets because of the repeating lines, but I am not fantastic at them because of the rhyming. I think the first two lines are the most important, because the first repeats so often and because the second ends the poem. I want a strong ending, a strong final line for my final girl.
1A Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
2B you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free-
3A falling backward, knife, tangled hair, fallen and still.
1A Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
4A you punched up, knife flashing, fisted, iron-will
5B stronger than I'd ever seen, my gorgeous girl, wild, gutsy.
1A Teeth, claws, weight, it tore into you until
2B you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free.
Lover’s Chain
1
The moon rises, bright and full, and with it comes peace.
2
Bloody, bruised, you escape death;
Come, darling, rest, catch your breath.
3
You wore a dress I love, bell skirt swinging;
we danced beneath the bright moonlight.
Kiss me, you said, and I obeyed — left us breathless, joyful, clinging.
4
Behind us, woods, empty and dark.
Silent, but for the crunch of broken leaves.
“Wait,” I said, chilled and leery.
You kissed me, you smiled — I’ll be right back.
5
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin,
branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
It crashes through the brush nearby, big, furred — my breath goes thin.
Branches tremble in the wind, drop leaves.
I shiver, cold damp air on bare skin.
6
I froze, terrified, face to face with a beast.
It opened its long muzzle wide, flashed sharp, shiny teeth.
You were safe, my love, I thought, at least, at least.
Then you appeared, one hand on my arm, dragging me away beneath
the lowest branches, silver at your fingers, brow creased.
My hero, but you left me, fear holding me still, in the broken heath.
7
You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight.
Darted through brush, over fallen branches,
until the monster, heavy, furred, rose on its haunches,
and you leaped, silver knife carving the night.
You ran, dress red-black as blood in the moonlight,
straight into the monster’s reach.
Knife flashed, blood, and with a howl-like scream, it launched into the fight.
8
Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free-
falling backward, knife, tangled hair, fallen and still.
Teeth, claws, weight -- it tore into you, until
you punched up, knife flashing, fisted, iron-will
stronger than I'd ever seen, my gorgeous girl, wild, gutsy.
Teeth, claws, weight, it tore into you until
you stood above the fallen monster, bloody and free.