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Sunday, April 24, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen: The Match, a san san

Day fourteen calls for a san san, three terms or images written three times in different combinations or grammatical terms.  (Hmmm, talk about getting your teeth into it...this one is meaty!)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The end rhyme scheme is to be :  a                                                                                                                                                                 b
                                                                                                                  c
Without reason to delay                                                                            a
Her feet dragged upon the floor                                                                b
on her way to the meeting room.                                                              d
'Who would be there today? '                                                                    e
With her hand poised at the door.                                                             d
Her future bridegroom might be there
Would they have to search some more,
or was a wedding in the air?
                                                                   
Let's call it 'The Match', a pun on the word for something that ignites a flame, as well as being the term for a proposed spouse chosen from a match-making visit, when one party to a marriage proposal comes to meet the prospective bride, as is still usual in India.  My san san poem, and many marriages arranged this way, might not be very poetic, but the rhyme scheme fits.

I couldn't find much on the 'net telling much else about the san san.  There was a Chinese poet who wrote poems to a courtesan with a name like that...

As I see it, the san san is a(n easier?) kind of triolet, which in turn is said at poets.org to be a French form originating in the thirteenth century. Then again, they say it started by an eighteenth century Benedictine monk named Patrick Carey who wrote devotionals in triolets--eight line poems with only five lines (two of them repeating) and only two end-rhymes.  Now THAT would be a challenge...
for another day!

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