I came before the day had risen, new,
the low green hill lay in silence measured,
its gentle rings still draped with misted arms.
Upon this green, kings have taken up arms
have stood on high and watched as each new
age has eyed their domain with motives measured.
Each blade of grass has been acquired and measured
no one comes here now to spread wide their arms,
to breathe in its ancient magic, to soar a-new.
But I, I stand before you new, reborn, waiting to be measured, to be welcomed into your enchanted arms.
This is my first attempt at writing a tritina. I’m still working on a fuller sestina. It’s a great challenge and I would welcome your constructive criticism as I’m still learning about how to work within these constraints. I’m sure that the issues I had with this piece are reflected in the longer one.