A great new prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie introducing a form called Monotetra, which has four lines of 8 syllables each that need to rhyme. Also, the fourth line is actually 4 syllables, repeated.For inspiration, I chose man’s most beautiful monument to love, the Taj Mahal.
In the queen’s name, this splendour raised,
By an Emperor’s grief so crazed,
Such love never this earth had graced,
Forever praised! Forever praised!
Sometimes, on a warm full moon night,
The marble caressed by the light,
You see her wait, veiled in white,
For one last sight! For one last sight!
Hennaed feet on the milk white floor,
Knocking on a bejewelled door,
Her lips and eyes and tears implore,
Open once more! Open once more!
Then the wind from the river blows
Like mother-of-pearl, the Taj glows,
Every heart fills and overflows,
Time weeps and slows! Time weeps and slows!
THOUGHT PURGE 
It is not easy to work with monorhyme. You did a splendid job of it.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Sounds and feels so romantic and passionate!
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Skillful use of rhyme to tell the story.
No Idea (Longer Poem)
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Thank you Magic 🙂
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A wonderful take on Tajmahal, love, pain, and yearning blended so well.
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Thanks Susmit 🙂
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The details really make this poem: Hennaed feet – what a solid image.
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Lovely poem, and great use of inspiration for this poem.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Hennaed feet on a milk white floor is a vivid image. Also, well done on the form.
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Thank you 🙂
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Your poem had a nice flow and the form was new to me. I might need to try this soon. Time weeps and slows..this brought the emotion of the poem to a new level, feeling the grief.
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forever is supposed to be immeasurable; yet the poet can contain this span of time, interesting write
have a good Sunday
much love…
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Thanks so much Gillena 🙂
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I really liked this new form and how well you used it here…great images and story.
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Thank you Donna 🙂
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You totally rocked this form, kiddo. And it is an intriguing one….so well done. Very rhythmical and lovely to read….
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Thank you Sherry.. had trouble leaving a comment yesterday on your poem using my wordpress ID. (such wise words and that wonderful howling wild woman)
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Wow. Not only do you bring the Taj Mahal to life, but you do it beautifully. I admire your use of form. I’m a coward, and stay away from such challenges. But you have conquered!
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Myrna… thanks so much. Was a case of first time lucky I think… I don’t dare try Monotetra again!!
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very beautifully put, wonderful images used.
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Thank you Nataša 🙂
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I really love how you bring forth the story, the grief for a loved wife’s death. I’m sure you can meet her on the moonlit nights
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Björn, thanks, glad you liked it 🙂
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There is something so tangible in the image of the hennaed feet on the milk white floor. A lov for the stories eh?
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Big love for the stories 🙂 Thanks X.
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I enjoyed your poem. I liked especially the repeating lines at the end of the three stanzas. The photo and the poem work together so well. The Taj Mahal would be inspiring to see in person.
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It is inspiring Mary.. surreal. Leaves a lasting impression!
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Interesting style – not my favourite, though you injected a different mood into each stanza, and the poem was so tight and rhythmic. The first tanza a classic style, like the beginning of an epic, the second moody, mysterious, tactile. The third stanza, so exotic, and sensual, with lovely imagery, and the fourth grandiose, cinematographic, like the ending of a film or book. See – you turn even a poetry form that makes me grumble into something special.
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Thanks Hamish… forms that have too much rhyme and repetition are scary because they seem a hair’s breadth away from turning into nursery rhymes.. so am delighted when they work!! 🙂
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Then the wind from the river blows
Like mother-of-pearl, the Taj glows,
There is no doubt that the Taj Mahal is an eternal symbol of love..!
Beautifully executed 😀
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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The sound and rhythm of this was very hypnotic – and the last line perfection!
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Thank you Jae Rose 🙂
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Very India.
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Yes, very India 🙂
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I always love encountering a new (to me) form. And I love the increasing romanticism of this piece, as you imagine her lingering….
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Thanks Rosemary. I wrote it in response to a prompt .. hadn’t heard about this form! Glad you liked it.
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This one’s a beauty Rajani…glad that I had seen the Taj Mahal on a full moon night…your poem triggers the memories…
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Lump in the throat every time Sumana… something surreal about that building. I like looking at it from Agra Fort as well…
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Great new form Thot! The rhyming and repetitions provided a whiff of freshness in reality!
Hank
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Thank you. It was fun to write, quite challenging though because of the repetition.
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How beautiful this poem is. It is so beautifully sad.
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Thank you OldEgg. Glad you liked it.
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I would love to visit the Taj Mahal someday. I heard a lot of stories about it – the declaration of love and why it was built. So I wanted to see it with my very own eyes.
The hennaed feet is one of the images I was really expecting as I always associate it with Indian weddings. Glad to see it in the poem.
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Thank you Totomai.. it definitely IS worth a visit along with the Glass Palace (Sheesh Mahal) inside the fort in Agra. You’re right, with hennaed hands and feet and loads of gold jewellery, the brides are quite beautifully decked up as well!
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I like the rhythm, rhyme and flow here. The timeless architectural beauty of the subject is admirably matched.
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Thank you Andrew.
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Love the last line !!
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Thank you 🙂
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a lovely mist of words
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Thanks Tio..really enjoyed working on this one. 🙂
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Love, joy, grief, yearning — wow — this is magnificent. I was so moved by your poem — really, you ran with this — the form contributed to the meaning beautifully. This is EXCELLENT writing.
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Thank you very much Jen. Nothing prepares you for the first sight of the Taj, no matter how many pictures you’ve seen…and that feeling stays with you forever. Am so glad you liked this monotetra…had a real blast working on it.
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You can tell, too — it flows wonderfully — and the emotion is so powerful.
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