under the night sky I waver

under the night sky I waver

as moonbeams penetrate my shroud

baring that fateful palaver

under the night sky I waver

 wishing I had once been braver

but the die was cast as I bowed

 under the night sky I waver

as moonbeams penetrate my shroud

 

Today, Reena asks us to consider: THE MASKS WE FORGOT TO REMOVE

Let your protagonist (fictional or real) explore the following aspects.

• Has it become too comfortable?
• Concealing an unpalatable truth
• Being haunted by their own disguise
• The silence after the revelry when real selves do not return

 The RD Prompt (WAVER) seemed to fit into my thoughts as I played around with the idea of the consequences of decisions contrary to your true self. At least I think that may be what I was going for. It took its own course-as words sometimes do.  

Plus, I’m clearly obsessed with the Triolet this week.

A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:

Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.

The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).

If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 8-syllables today.]  

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #406

RDP Thursday : Waver