Catalyst

Soft skin dimpled,
as the horizon curved into a smile.
It was time.
Blood was baying for blood.

as the horizon curved into a smile,
gathering the dregs of the day,
the falling night knew,

it was time;
the jewelled scimitar was at its throat,
pushing deeper,

blood was baying for blood,
he felt the sky heave,
outside, a city screamed.

Trimeric – a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and the sequence of lines in the next three stanzas is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
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20 thoughts on “Catalyst

    1. Thank you. It is a new form to me too..this is only the second Trimeric I’ve attempted..and yes a lot like the villanelle in terms of the repetitions. Do link your poem…unable to access your site.

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