Thirteen September 14, 2006
A poem written for the Ringing of the Bards,
this weekend being hosted by Daniel.
(Next week I’m hosting!)
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Thirteen
(Evil One and Three)
Wake to bleak day while storm clouds spit fear
Encircling overhead restlessly
In warning to avoid all thirteens.
Black smack you down one and three death spree
Evilness traversing neighborhood
Comes knocking while watching for weakness.
Limp hearts can’t say no to one and three
Accepting numeral temptation
And thirteen gains evil sole control.
One and three totes black cats with knife claws
Defeating attempted resistance
Sheer painful cat scraping blood letting.
Black cat witch adds weak hearts to her brew
Dissolving natural existence
In bubbling hot cauldrons of thirteen.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
This poem is a ninesquare.
-First line: nine monosyllables
-Second line: three words, three syllables each
-Third line: one-two, one-two, one-two
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Oooooo I love it! Thanks for the entry!!
Thank you. Happy to participate! JO
[...] Superstitions also led Jo Janoski to write in her entry “Thirteen” (subtitled “(Evil One and Three)”): Wake to bleak day while storm clouds spit fear Encircling overhead restlessly In warning to avoid all thirteens. [...]
Hi Jo!
Loved it. Was pleased to learn about a ninesquare poem - extremely interesting.
Hi Jo,
You write splendidly and your this poem has plentiful play of well chosen words and syllables.
Bravo!
A ninesquare? I’ve never heard of that but it hurts my head to imagine how hard that would have been and keep pattern and sense like you did.