The Duel (Kyrielle).

by Steven Beesley   May 29, 2012


Today I find myself utterly bruised
my muscles completely abused
the enemy so unrelenting
For there is no circumventing

He shall take no rest
treating all to the test
his temper so fermenting
For there is no circumventing

He continues his duel
so mean and so cruel
such temper and venting
For there is no circumventing

One must die
under this black sky
Is it not dissenting?
For there is no circumventing.

Kyrielle:
French poetry form, it has a refrain - the final line of each stanza is the same. 4 lined stanzas with a rhyming pattern of aabB. A rhyme pattern of abaB may also be used if desired.

29th May, 2012 (c)

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