His rainbow promise – terza rima for Trifecta


He pledges roses in a honeyed voice
but talk of rainbow in his speech deceives.
So lady dear, please run, you have a choice.
His promises infect you like disease
as fever of what’s possible abhors
but lure of words immobilize, you freeze.
Then slowly he can reel you in ashore
and when he has you by himself alone
the beast within will wake behind the door.
It’s late to now your destiny bemoan,
with hungry claws he pulls you into dance.
A hectic waltz around his cackling crones,
on ash of burning rainbows you must prance.
Then slowly you will join behind his force.
Into debase he modified romance.
Your feet will carry you on downward course,
that spirals into darkness down below.
See now he’s mounted on his ghastly horse.
With burning crown of iron he his bride bestows,
while soundless shrieks of pain are locked within
and in embrace of hell you’re set aglow.
While you lament the sight of melting skin,
you learned at rainbow’s end there weren’t no love
and ‘gainst the Lord of Darkness there’s no win.
Now you’re forgotten, lost to world above,
you could have listened and with me rejoiced
but now to me you’re lost, my turtur dove.

The Inferno, Canto 5, by Gustave Doré

The Inferno, Canto 5, by Gustave Doré

This week in Trifecta I wrote a terza rima, a poetry written by Dante in his Divine Comedy. Thus the theme of hell. Hope you enjoy my pentameter. The connection to three is obvious I hope. The word of the week is rainbow in the meaning:

[from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] : an illusory goal or hope –

Hope I have used it correctly this week.

September 16, 2013

20 responses to “His rainbow promise – terza rima for Trifecta

  1. I don’t even know what to say but as usual I love it. I am never disappointed by anything I see come up with your name. But this one really just captured my heart. It is so lovely and strong. Wonderful as always 🙂

  2. What a wonderfully visceral, tactile, thick piece of poetry. Especially these four lines for me:

    It’s late to now your destiny bemoan,
    with hungry claws he pulls you into dance.
    A hectic waltz around his cackling crones,
    on ash of burning rainbows you must prance.

  3. Such an ambitious response to the prompt, Bjorn! Hats off to you for pulling it off. The claws and the beast and the dance are all so lyrical and yet so visual for me. This plays out like a film. Thanks for linking up.

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