Finished a poetry course this afternoon, with the writing of my first tritina.
The form: ten lines comprised of three tercets and a final line. The tercet lines end with three different words, in this pattern: 123, 312, 231, with the final line containing all three words, usually in 123 order.
The image of an old table finally came to mind, along with the three end words. As I started writing, I noted that my first couple of lines happened to have eight syllables. It then became a “thing” for me to keep eight syllables in EVERY line…so here you have it:
Heirloom table, cross-hatched with scars
I would refinish your surface
if not for erasing stories
traded while the bread knife yet scars
daily life, beneath the surface.
-Oh, how the memories surface
as I stroke these silent stories
told by generational scars.
Our scars surface in our stories.
1880s heart of pine table. Paris on Ponce & Le Maison Rouge. CC-BY