The luc-bat has alternating lines with 6 and 8 beats and a rhyme scheme that includes internal rhymes. For Michelle’s fuller explanation click here.
I have to admit that my poem is somewhat derivative. I’ve been reading a lot of Yeats’s s poetry and as i was writing I realised that these lines were going through my head:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick…
W B Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium.
The sky above was grey,
before me stood an aged crone,
frayed tissue hung on bone,
mumbling in monotone to me,
You will never be free,
as long as you carry that charm.
Her words set off alarms.
A trinket to deflect harm, how could
it do other than good?
If I had understood her wish
was not to admonish
I would have relinquished my need
of irrational creeds.