By Ashley Lister
You suggested we try new positions
You could tell that thought got me perplexed
You ordered some manuals from Amazon
I wonder just what we’ll do next?
The kyrielle is a French form of poetry written in quatrains. Each
quatrain concludes with a repeated line or phrase that works as a refrain for the
poem.
The first book we opened had pictures
It’s title was The Joy of Sex
We followed the instructions on Monday
I wonder just what we’ll do next?
The kyrielle has a meter usually composed of eight syllables per line
but it can be varied. There is no limit to the number of stanzas but three is really
the minimum.
On Tuesday we read marriage manuals
On Wednesday it got more complex
On Thursday and Friday you filmed us
I wonder just what we’ll do next?
The normal structure of the kyrielle is a/a/b/B, c/c/b/B, d/d/b/B. with
B being the repeated line. A varied structure could be a/b/a/B, c/b/c/B,
d/b/d/B. etc. or even a second line that didn’t rhyme.
Now we’ve gone through the whole the Kama
Sutra
We’ve explored every page of that text
But now we must look to the future
I wonder just what we’ll do next?
As always, if you fancy writing a kyrielle and sharing it in
the comments box below, we all look forward here to reading your work.
Ash
Lady Clients (a Kyrielle)
Jennifer sang sweetly with a perfect tonal charm
she begged me on her bended knees to do no lasting harm
I flogged her back and buttocks with the softest leather whip
she wanted me to run away but I gave her the slip.
Susie liked her needles and her bloody, pin-pricked skin
I washed her down with sterile wipes and put the needles in
with alcohol I pulled them out and scraped her with the tip
she wanted me to start again but I gave her the slip.
Carrie enjoyed piercings and rattled when she walked
change being friendships and all night long we talked.
Something to remember was a ring thrust through her lip
she asked me for a wedding band but I gave her the slip.
When Brenda wanted bondage she came to me to ask
if I would tie her good and tight and wear a leather mask
I used the softest nylon, she hung suspended by a clip
she wanted me to hang around but I gave her the slip.
Margaret was a college girl, a virgin, still, at thirty
she couldn't get excited till I said something dirty.
Once I'd got her going she was soon convinced to strip
she didn't want her underwear but I gave her the slip.
Jennifer sang sweetly with a perfect tonal charm
she begged me on her bended knees to do no lasting harm
I flogged her back and buttocks with the softest leather whip
she wanted me to run away but I gave her the slip.
Rachel,
I am in awe. You've taken the form and owned it 🙂
Saucy, witty and fun.
Thanks for sharing that.
Ash