Monday, 20 January 2014

#31PoeticFormsIn31Days #18OttavaRima

Red Panda I call you up there in that tree
You seem to be sleeping curled up so tightly
Or are your ignoring all of them and me
Can't you come down here for all us you to see
Red Panda I beg you I'm on bended knee
Must we wait here always, is that your decree
Please can you release us, that is my sole plea
Then we will leave you alone, we will flee

An Ottava Rima poem is Italian in origin which stems from the same base as Octave, meaning eight notes.  This poem has eight lines of eleven syllables each, each one rhyming.

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