Beneath the Quill

by DragonSkulls

Beneath the quill the poet guides,
where elegance is keenly sought,
the artistry of mind abides
and dances within every thought.

Where heart and mind are bond in sync
beneath the quill the poet guides,
no obstacle shall blot the ink
where beauty of the soul resides.

The parchment 'waits what he provides,
each precious word holds valued worth.
Beneath the quill the poet guides
lie treasured gems that he'll unearth.

He'll mold and sculpt with sweet accord
and seek beyond what darkness hides.
Then bask within his own rewards...
beneath the quill the poet guides.

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Quatern contest writing prompt entry

Writing Prompt
A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.

line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4

line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8

line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12

line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)

Example #1:
True Love, Redefined

One day she hopes true love to find,
One soul, one mind, two hearts entwined;
Somewhere out there?s the perfect guy,
For Youth has set her standards high.

He must be rich, handsome, refined,
One day she hopes true love to find;
Yet no one seems to measure up
And disappointment fills her cup.

The years go by, her nights grow long,
Her aging voice sings sorrow?s song.
One day she hopes true love to find,
Her definition redefined;

Simply a plain and faithful friend
To see her to life?s journey?s end;
For though her face with age be lined,
One day she hopes true love to find.

Copyright © 2003 Linda Newman

Example #2:
Behold Your Son

Woman, woman behold your son,
In manger lies the Holy One.
Wondrous star in heaven aglow,
Christ the babe in swaddling clothes.

In desert heat, the baptized one,
Woman, woman behold your son.
Satan tempting the Great High Priest,
Son of Man resists fallen beast.

Athirst for blood a vicious mob,
Curses the Christ as he is flogged.
Woman, woman behold your son,
Condemned to die, the wounded one.

Beneath the cross, a loving pair,
Christ gives his mother to John's care.
Says to Mary, his last breath drawn,
Woman, woman, behold your son.

Copyright © 2006 James Dupy

Example #3:
The Master's Feet

Those who sat at the Master?s feet,
Brothers who fished in waters deep,
Threw down their nets and followed Him,
Forsaking all to fish for men.

The crowds pressed ?round to hear Him speak,
Those who sat at the Master?s feet,
Those who he said would be a light,
For others lost in dark of night.

In the upper room hands were rung,
When told a traitor was among,
Those who sat at the Master?s feet,
With emblems of Himself to eat.

The Master?s mother held her breath,
When savage men cried for his death,
And vainly struggled to defeat,
Those who sat at the Master?s feet.

Copyright © 2006 James Dupy

Example #4:
Life?s Pulse - The Gypsies? Song

As dark-haired beauties celebrate
while moving round the fire light,
their slender swirling hips gyrate,
and on they dance, into the night.

The flames dance too, beneath the moon.
As dark-haired beauties celebrate,
their fathers clap or play a tune
the merry clan perpetuate!

Then each young man takes hold a mate
he?s chosen in the ring of fire.
As dark-haired beauties celebrate,
their flashing eyes ignite desire.

The mothers sit and smile. They know
the music will not soon abate.
Life?s pulse is found by camp fire?s glow
as dark-haired beauties celebrate.

Copyright © 2006 Andrea Dietrich

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