Another short week for me. I am taking off this Friday for Irishfest in Milwaukee, and then next week I am in training Monday through Friday. Firearms instructor class, woohoo!
But today was a fun style called a Monchielle Stanza. Four stanzas, five lines each, 6 syllables per line, and a rhyme in lines three and five. Simple. And here it is.
The Night Was Cool And Slow
The night was cool and slow
And I was set free quick
I drove 'round slow, silent
It was that kind of night
No cars or peds in it
The night was cool and slow
Midnight and I was out
The depot doors stood wide
But no one loitered in
Back to the dark I glide
The night was cool and slow
I hoped for more to see
But it was not my fate
Mid-week is quiet time
These I both love and hate
The night was cool and slow
And gave way to the morn
Stars faded; traffic grew
One more night of safety
One more that we got through
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