Before Bidding Eau de Revoir to the May Issue

Here’s something called a triolet from Poetry, May 2025. The form is new to me and strikes a chord: concision, repetition, the discipline imposed.

Triolet with a Line by Sylvia Plath
by Brittany Perham

We take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
The ice plants make the pink world loud.
We take the N out to the turnaround.
The fog fades in with its foggy sound.
The end is here. Everyone can see.
We take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.

Quoted whole because how do you vivisect a poem consisting of 8 tightly wound lines without wounding it? Also, what’s to say, above and beyond, that doesn’t murder with a grave truth?

If you want to see a tedious triolet explicated to death, glance here. I favor one that makes the pink world loud. Chow, bébé.

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.

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