Wiles - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Wiles - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write an Alliterisen – For today’s MTB prompt our poetry follows the style of The Alliterisen, created by Udit Bhatia. It is a 7-line poem (septet) containing a set number of alliterations per line and adhering to a specific syllable structure. I have chosen the non-rhyme scheme version. For more detail follow the link…
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