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One late fall night

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One late, fall night, as winter neared,
on my way home, a wind appeared,
its touch was like the grave, and bold,
so in all haste, I homeward veered.

My steps were dogged with leaves of gold,
as naked trees proclaimed the cold
with banshee wails of great despair,
until I cringed within my hold.

Their cries were more than I could bear,
and so I hid beneath my stairs,
among the cobwebs and the dust.
I prayed that they'd not find me there.

But I could hear my fate discussed:
they sought my soul to sate their lust.
And so, in fear, I fled the halls,
in hopes to lose them 'neath the crust.

But in the dark I took a fall,
and thumped against my cellar wall,
and with the sound a silence fell,
and suddenly I felt so small.

The noise had been my deathly knell.
I watched the walls around me swell,
and as the roots burst through the brick,
I wished I could have said farewell.
Type of Poem: Rubaiyat
Prompt: "Where will you go?"

A rubaiyat is a collection of rhyming quatrains. I can find no definitive requirement for syllabic length or meter, but judging by the most famous examples, I highly recommend choosing a meter and a syllable restriction and sticking to it. The rhyming scheme is AABA where each following stanza uses the unrhymed line of previous as its rhyming line. So in a three quatrain rubaiyat, that would be AABA BBCB CCDC.

So when I read up on this form I was initially excited because it was so normal compared to many of the forms so far. I figured I could try and push myself and write something a little more experimental or deep than my usual narratives. Well...yeah, no, that didn't work. I scrapped a dozen different starts before I admitted defeat.

Whenever I do feel writer's block coming on, I have a tried and true way to stave it off. See, I don't always sit down and write a whole poem in a go. A lot of times a line comes into my head, or a feeling, and I try and quickly jot it down before I forget. Sometimes I upload these "thought dumps", and sometimes I don't, but I always keep them. That way I always have at least a jumping off point when it's time to write. This time, that poem was I tasted sweet spring and the result is before you.

Can you tell that Halloween is one of my favorite holidays? I kind of see this as a cross behind Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening and Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven.

Companion piece to Dreams are a Gateway.

edit: replaced the line "and as the roots engulfed my limbs"


This is my twentieth submission for the December Form Challenge from #ProjectDFC. You can read the rest of my entries here.
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TheMaidenInBlack's avatar
This is really, really good. :clap: 

If I may, I think that in this stanza
But I could hear my fate discussed: 
they sought my soul to sate their lust.
And so, panicked, I fled the halls, 
in hopes to lose them 'neath the crust.


If you replaced panicked with "in fear", it would pair with hear up in the first part of the stanza, and I think the flow is improved.  (: