The 99 Poem Challenge
Fox-Trot-9

21. Triolet — That Silent Clot

That silent clot, it took away
   My father with a silent stroke;
His laugh and life and jolly play,
That silent clot it took away
And made my morning's dull and gray.
   By God and Hell, I'd grasp and choke
That silent clot. It took away
   My father with a silent stroke!

(To be continued...)

A/N: Triolet is a fixed French poem, consisting of 8 lines with repeated refrains throughout the poem. It has a regular meter of iambic tetrameter or iambic pentameter. Subjects vary.

Meter: Iambic tetrameter
Rhyme: ABaAabAB