Wednesday, July 24, 2019

My Best Friend


Denali
She never walked. She only knew speed.
The old dirt road. The tundra. The beach.
With distances to cross, she took lead.
When rain poured down, on her fur, it’d bead.
That fateful day when the ice was rotten,
She fought but lost to the river’s greed.


Note: This is a Wesh form of poetry known as hir a thoddaid, which consists of these basic rules:
  • Six lines
  • Lines one through four and six hae nine syllables and share the same end rhyme
  • The fifth line has 10 syllables
  • There is also a “b” rhyme somewhere near the end of the fifth line and beginning of the sixth line

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