For dverse. I was writing a poem about oystercatchers, so this prompt seemed apposite.
Oyster
Deep water, dark and silent flows,
where waving weed and fishes dart,
and hidden rainbowed pearl shell glows.
Deep water, dark and silent flows,
though storm and icy north wind blows,
and moon pearl light warms ocean’s heart,
deep water. Dark and silent flows
the waving weed, where fishes dart.
Catcher
So many hunters haunt the deeps
in lake weed hid, the perch and pike,
in deep shade where the willow weeps.
So many hunters haunt the deeps;
where night is king and daylight sleeps,
pike darts, a deadly lighning strike.
Though many hunters haunt the deeps,
in lake weed hide, the perch and pike.
Oystercatcher
Birds wade their world, a liminal space,
magpie-dappled and never still,
on mirror sands walk with pied grace.
Birds wade their world, a liminal space,
cast magpie eye on death. They race
to turn the tide, sift pearls until
birds wade their world, this liminal space,
magpie-dappled and never still.
The Four Swans 
Jane, this was wonderful to read. Your compound word and 3 stanzas are filled with imagery which I often find hard in the triolet form.
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Thank you! The triolet is limiting, I agree, and preventing the repeated lines just sounding like repeated lines is the hardest part, I find.
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A great word and a fascinating bird, Jane. The imagery in the first stanza is stunning, especially the ‘rainbowed pearl’ and ‘moon pearl light warms ocean’s heart’. I see there are hunters of a different kind in the second stanza, and the tone is so much darker. I love the way the birds rise out of the water in the final stanza, and the phrases ‘magpie-dappled’ and ‘on mirror sands walk with pied grace’.
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Thank you, Kim. I like a triolet now and again, and they often come in clumps.
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Love how you progressed from the oyster to the birds living on them… especially those magpie eyes made it vivid for me.
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Thank you, Björn xx
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Jane, you made your set of triolet sing! Beautiful imagery and such a lovely flow to your words. xx
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Thank you! It’s a question of ear, I think. I hear the rhythm though I can’t sing for toffee.
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This is so beautiful, and you have weaved the triolet form wonderfully. Being a birder it sings to my heart. I do love the Oystercatchers.
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Thank you! I love wading birds in general though it’s years since I’ve seen any.
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you have a real painterly way with words which makes your poetry a joy to read – this is no exception
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Thank you. If the words don’t make a picture, they don’t work for me. Enigmas and obscurity are anathema.
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This is really lovely! You make it seem so effortless.
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I love your combination of poems, Jane. Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Dwight xx
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You are welcome.
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Stylistically so interesting, with repetitive lines…a nice dose of tension with the hunters down to the depths gives the verse that extra urgency, and the imagery of nature is wonderful.
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Thank you, Ain xx
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