Eyes left wide, for
Now I've seen
The vanguard of my fevered dreams and
Jungle cats pace in my brain.
Paws alight, their
Seamless, green, their glowing eyes
Constellate where shadows heap.
Enough! My skull,
The marrow creaks...
What hells we weave
Through. Bitter dreams,
Awake, asleep or caught between.
One of my favourite forms is triplets, with a syllable count of 4/4/8 (or thereabouts). In this piece, I tried inverting every second stanza: 4/4/8, 8/4/4 et al. I think the inversion worked, it provides a nice visual and metric link between each stanza and lends the piece improved flow. It's a worthwhile device I'll definitely be exploring further in upcoming pieces.