An ode to Icecream – Wreathed Octave

An ode to Icecream

The silky velvet touch on your tongue

Taste-buds sung a song of pure ecstasy

So icy cold on your chapped lips that it stung-

A far-flung dip in the deepest corners of the sea

 

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You see the sides melt and trickle in the heat,

Its seat unstable in the cone’s shallow concave,

Frozen wave runs a shiver till the tips of your feet,

Oh sweet icecream, you make my senses crave!

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Hello dear readers,

This is a form of poetry called “wreathed octave”.

A wreath was inspired by the Welsh form “Englyn cryrch” which uses an internal rhyme (within the line itself) scheme with an external one (at the end of the line) as follows:

x x x x x x a

x a x x x x b

x b x x x x a

x a x x x x b

x b x x x x c

x c x x x x d

x d x x x x c

x c x x x x d

 

There is no set syllable count or form, just that the lines need to have an internal and external rhyme ( a sort of interconnected rhyme, I like to think) as shown above.

Summer has well and truly arrived here in India, and icecreams are definitely a solace 😀 Hope this inspires all of you to go get a cone!

 

 

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