Poem: Alouette – “Head on My Lap”


The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:

Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word ‘alouette’ can also mean a children’s song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children’s poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line (please see examples below).

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Man with Head on Woman's lap
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I worry for you,

My reasons see through,

No such opacity and —

You never look up,

Drinking coffee cup,

Living in your box of quick sand.


You won’t admit truth,

Reality isn’t proof,

What world do you inhabit?

Not ever seeing,

A blank lost being,

Following the white rabbit.


Life’s not Wonderland,

It’s not a game grande.

You need choose to be living,

Not a ghost fading.

A person jaded.

Wake-up, be aware, forgive.


We can’t live this life,

No passion or strife,

Dig-down in your belly, find —

Life’s fire hiding, soar —

Past limits, encore!

Joy, vibrance; be kind.


Love, you’re secluded;

Don’t live deluded.

You’re my everything, my fire.

Darkness you have found,

Devours you around.

Let us be flames who aspire.


Be not sad, life changes,

Alter our exchanges.

Talk, laugh; head placed on my lap,

Tell my your secrets.

All your woes, bleakness.

Let no thoughts keep your soul trapped.


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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Another World


” Jessica look-up at the windmill,” Caleb yelled pointing above their house.

“I’m looking, where is it?” Jessica said seeing nothing.

“How can you not see it?” Caleb asked. “The windmills gigantic.”

Caleb grabbed his big-sister’s hand: “We’re going to go inside the windmill Jessica, then you’ll see it’s real.” Jessica gave Caleb a baffled look as he appeared to be miming opening a heavy door. 

Then something strange happened, Jessica was able to see what was behind the door. To both siblings delight, the windmill contained another world. There were shops selling odd wares and clothing, apothecaries selling elixirs, and coffee shops filled with human-like creatures. These human-like creatures had eyes and hair in every colour of the rainbow.

A woman with purple eyes peered at Jessica and Caleb. She smiled at the children.”Welcome, I’m Viola, you must be the new children –the humans gifted with magic. Come I will take you to your new home. Your education has begun.” 

Jessica and Caleb followed Viola; they never looked back.

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Poem: Minute (no rhyme) – “Going to Travel”


Don’t say where I cannot go to,

I’m more then I,

Appear to be,

Don’t be fooled.

—–

Why couldn’t you be supportive and,

Believe that I,

Could do it on,

My own, two feet.

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I look up to you and you don’t see,

There are some things,

You have to do,

You can’t have fear.

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Why let your fears control you,

Don’t walk away,

Support me now,

Your guilty voice.

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Can’t see that, I can be alone,

I’ve heard the fire,

In the wind it,

Calls me — travel.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.