UNCOMMON POETIC FORMS — DESCORT
A Morning’s Discord
alarms — blankets — time travel
A searching hand strikes. Mostly off-target.
The mechanical rooster, caught, croaked, and crushed.
Silence slowly engulfs the air, a ringing births a void.
Echo of the blare fades, that which could not disrupt slumber so deep
Eyes succumb to inertia.
Pride loses footing, morning wind blows.
Chills and shivers tickled by a breeze, peeking toes iced
Warmth of cloth, winter shield.
A blanket slides up; trembling hands grasp as though a rushed demand.
Eyes gently shut as mysterious gates creak open.
A moment of rest pedals hours forward, into and onward
Portal torn open, the panicked mind reaches out
Warped to space
Eyes open to a blinding future, for time travel through a euphoric moment.
This poem is an example of a descort. A form of French poetry that has different line lengths, meters, no refrains, and avoids rhyming with other lines.
No two lines in a descort should look like each other, and the same for each descort.
Written, in response to the Literary impulse prompt ‘uncommon poetic forms’ by Somsubhra Banerjee.
Tagging a few great poets and writers as an invite to this form,
Dr. Amy Pierovich, Samantha Lazar, Dennett, Jenny Justice, Tracy Aston, Denise Larkin, and J.D. Harms.
Writing this form felt strangely therapeutic, almost like controlled breathing despite its intense variability.
Thank you, Somsubhra Banerjee, Priyanka Srivastava, Nachi Keta, Elisabeth Khan; for this platform and prompt.
