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Poetry Type of The Day: Quatern 

A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four
quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne.
It has a refrain that is in a different place in each
quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line
of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line
of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It
does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. 

FORMAT:
line 1
line 2
line 3 
line 4 
 
line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8 
 
line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12 
 
line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)


AGLOW

By Jaden Brulotte

For my baby girl :)

6-27-2008


Your smile just lights me up, aglow-

Firefly casting your light to show

Shadows and dark- where can I go?

Before you, I just didn’t know.


When I get lost and start to slow

Your smile just lights me up, aglow-

You lift me up from down below

Make me laugh and cast out my woes.


In rolls the winter, blasts of snow

I’m warm and cozy with you, though

Your smile just lights me up, aglow-

Needing no fire, we snuggle close.


When I’m with you, I can’t get low

I’ll stand by your side, watch you grow

Love you more than you’ll ever know

Your smile just lights me up, aglow.
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