Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Prose Poetry – “Chop, chop. He Chops” #amwriting #flashfiction #lumberjack #prosepoetry


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Credit: Loretta Notto

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Chop, Chop. Chop the wood. Repeat. Chop. Chop. Day ends — Supper. Shower. Sleep too deep. Jarring alarm, awake again. Breakfast. Shower. Sore muscles hurt. Heat eases. More coffee. Uniform and axe. Greet the guys. Say hello — going off. All directions on the forest grid. Each with a partner. Nick is with me. A cadence of chops. Echoes. Chop. Chop. Chop the wood. Split it. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. The trees are felled. Grinding buzzing. Giant chain saw. Felling trees. Cutting logs. Then we chop. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Lunch. Hungry. Seconds. Chop. Home. Shower. Supper. Eat. Sore muscles. Sleep and dream. Standing there. In her T-shirt. Sweet lips. Short shorts. Gentle laughter. Stroke of hand. Touch. So real. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Dreaming. She’s gone. Three hours. Then, chop, chop. Chop the wood. 

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Poem: Double Octain – “Emerald Stare” #amwriting #poetry


The Octain, full name Octain Refrain, is a form of poetry developed by English poet Luke Prater in December 2010. 
It comprises eight lines as two tercets and a couplet, either as octosyllables (counting eight syllables per line), or as iambic tetrameter, whichever is preferable. Trochaic tetrameter also acceptable. 

The latter yields a more propulsive rhythm, as opposed to iambs, which lilt. As the name suggests, the first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation of refrain acceptable). Rhyme-scheme as follows – 

A -b – b

a-c/c – a

b-A

A is the refrain

c/c is a midline internal rhyme.

A High Octain or Double Octain is simply two Octains in one poem with a rhyme scheme of:

A – b – b – a – c/c – a – b – A 

A – b – b – a – d/d – a – b – A

I’m doing a high Octain. Octains are usually done in 8 syllables. 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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Brilliant green eyes with emerald stare, 

Searching deep; dives into your core,

She claims to know; and she explores.

Waterfalls crashing with new cares, 

The freshness of water, cooling.

She swims yet, eyes magic jewels.

Floating near falls; bodies bare.

Perfection in the water’s deep roar, 

Brilliant green eyes with emerald stare.

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Brilliant green eyes with emerald stare. 

She touches your face, within she wars.

Trying to help your soul, her’s sore —

Bruises;  her magic thoughts entail, 

Implore you, see beyond heart torn, 

Surge forward; don’t think of her worn.

You swim near, she begs you, don’t dare, 

Forget her, this place, waterfalls pour, 

Brilliant green eyes with emerald stare.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.