Silently without my window, (a) 8 syllables
Tapping gently at the pane, (b) 7 syllables
Falls the rain. (b) 3 syllables
Through the trees sighs the breeze (Internal rhyme c / c) 6 syllables
Like a soul in pain. (b) 5 syllables
Here alone I sit and weep; (d) 7 syllables
Thought hath banished sleep. (d) 5 syllables
This form was developed by Paul Laurence Dunbar.
© Isadora Gruye
Izy I love this photo! So fits the mood of the season :D
Mournful cries echo in the damp chill
silhouette outlines dark mood
I can't speak
burning imprint, I squint
shoulder squeeze, I gasp
gray ghost materializes
horrified I run
eye wide awake I feel dead
a freezing chill in my bones
a gray face, in its place
thick black clouds hang low
A murder here, not long ago
faint whispers took my life
(Mrs. White did it, in the dining room with a knife)
She killed Mr. Body and Prof. Plum and left
Miss Scarlett bleeding in the Library
She had been reading "Gone With The Wind"
Colonial Mustard never had a chance,
off of the Kitchen he was hung out to dry.
Mr. Green was attacked by the Venus Fly Trap,
in the Conservatory!
Mrs. Peacock left the roost, crazy as a cuckoo
and was never heard from again.