WD Poetic Form Challenge: Ae Freislighe

The WD Poetic Form Challenge is your opportunity to write and share a poem (ae freislighe this time around) for a chance to get published in the Poetic Asides column in Writer’s Digest.


I know I have a couple poetic form challenge winners to announce soon, but let’s go ahead and start one more. This time around, we’ll write the ae freislighe.

Find the rules for writing the ae freislighe here. It’s an Irish quatrain (four-line) form with seven-syllable lines.

So start writing them and sharing here on the blog (this specific post) for a chance to be published in Writer’s Digest magazine–as part of the Poetic Asides column. (Note: You have to log in to the site to post comments/poems; creating an account is free.)

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Here’s how the challenge works:

  • Challenge is free. No entry fee.
  • The winner (and sometimes a runner-up or two) will be featured in a future edition of Writer’s Digest magazine as part of the Poetic Asides column.
  • Deadline 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time) on October 15, 2019.
  • Poets can enter as many ae freislighes as they wish. The more “work” you make for me the better, but remember: I’m judging on quality, not quantity.
  • All poems should be previously unpublished. If you have a specific question about your specific situation, just send me an email at rbrewer@aimmedia.com. Or just write a new ae freislighe. They’re fun to write; I promise.
  • I will only consider ae freislighes shared in the comments below. It gets too confusing for me to check other posts, go to other blogs, etc.
  • Speaking of posting, if this is your first time, your comment may not appear immediately. However, it should appear within a day (or 3–if shared on the weekend). So just hang tight, and it should appear eventually. If not, send me an email at the address above.
  • Please include your name as you would like it to appear in print. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to use your user/screen name, which might be something like HaikuPrincess007 or MrLineBreaker. WD has a healthy circulation, so make it easy for me to get your byline correct.
  • Finally–and most importantly–be sure to have fun!

41 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Ae Freislighe

  1. AvatarNelle

    Miasma

    My fears have fangs. Rattlesnake
    music, sinister, hisses
    along paths I undertake,
    threatening venom kisses.

    Sharp-toothed and entangling
    as hate, heavy as my years;
    masked and nameless, strangling,
    shadows in shadows: my fears.

  2. Avatarcrtv_out_lit

    The Listener
    By Brian Nemerow

    Soft Night speaks—I’m listening,
    Now Frantic Day is quiet.
    Spider’s web is glistening,
    While Harvest Moon looms giant.

    Dry Wind blows through merrily,
    Tickling Tree’s tallest branches.
    Freeway echos wearily,
    Coyote yips and dances.

    Cricket’s chirp is understood,
    By Moth who starts to flutter.
    Stillness in the neighborhood,
    As frosty windows are shuttered.

    Soft Night speaks in symphony,
    Under red Harvest Moonlight,
    And I hum in harmony—
    A Listener’s true delight.

  3. AvatarJane Shlensky

    Wishful Thinking

    He climbs on the hobbyhorse
    riding the range and grinning,
    a great plan to reinforce
    a pony purchase spinning.
    They watch, checking constantly
    the time, so much yet undone
    that he can see instantly
    his cowboy cause is unwon.

  4. AvatarJane Shlensky

    Season’s End

    tissue-thin wings fluttering
    such vivid colors waving
    thrills her into uttering
    praises like joyous raving,
    for what is more beautiful
    than autumn’s grace, more tender
    than butterflies, dutiful
    as spring’s thaw after winter.

  5. AvatarAsha1000

    After Sinus Surgery

    Voices bouncing, colliding
    with bones in my head. Choices
    limited to shepherding
    and quieting these voices.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  6. AvatarAsha1000

    Spinning Years

    Years spin, whirling dervishes
    dance in love – Prophet appears.
    Good life needs no death wishes.
    Whirling dervishes spin years.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  7. AvatarAsha1000

    Cavalcade of Life

    Fulgent is the cavalcade:
    some flourish, others wind-down;
    a colorful masquerade
    that none can ever rejoin.

    In this wondrous universe,
    where kind succor is extant,
    and villains are interspersed,
    cavalcade remains fulgent.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  8. AvatarAsha1000

    Life’s Blueprint

    Prints of nature’s prototypes
    are strewn as if they’re litter:
    dog-eared with faint logotypes;
    wacky and out of kilter.

    Extinct fossil souvenirs:
    some genes are left as imprints.
    Others live, then disappear,
    fully erased from blueprint.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  9. AvatarTracy Davidson

    The Buffalo

    I saw a wild buffalo,
    who resisted man’s caging,
    like beefed up Mark Ruffalo
    when the Hulk has gone raging.

    I found him quite humorous,
    until all turned to uproar…
    now bruises are numerous,
    my battered face an eyesore.

  10. Avatarlsteadly

    A Gift of Roses

    Roses blooming delicate
    Their beauty meant to astound
    Each petal an exquisite
    Piece of a world so profound

    Such intricate creations
    Recede when daylight closes
    Renewed yet with elation
    When sun warms blooming roses

    Lisa L Stead

  11. Avatargrcran

    Draft of the Afterall

    Lovely verdant waterfall
    Sweet phrases verbal candy
    Everafter afterall
    As burgundy to brandy

    Smoothly flows the thisthatthus
    Great the purpose grand pursuit
    Platitudes and platypus
    Unpretentiously astute

    As the alps to Hannibal
    As told to little birdy
    Livingstone to cannibal
    As hurdy is to gurdy

    Definite this disposal
    The underlit the ugly
    Then beautiful betrothal
    As words illume lost lovely

    gpr crane

  12. Avatargrcran

    By All Means

    So. Don’t provoke resentful.
    No need to make foes scurry.
    Modern times. It’s essential.
    With fringe atop the surrey.

    Don’t get your nose disjointed.
    There’s time for this. Go flourish.
    A precious few anointed.
    Get resourced. Drink. Eat. Nourish.

    Courage comes. Tis heavensent.
    Some like to think it whimsy.
    Find their lucky accident.
    Their reasoning is flimsy.

    Need love. Need not commotion
    with principles all nascent.
    Logic. Good sense. Emotion.
    And by all means be patient.

    Let go of things decently.
    Endure. Try on the liveoak.
    Not worrying recently.
    Persist. Just so. Don’t provoke.

    gpr crane

  13. AvatarAsha1000

    Second-Guessing

    Sometimes it’s the consequence
    of doing something sublime
    (sipping a fruit’s succulence)
    that we second-guess, sometimes.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  14. AvatarAsha1000

    Crossed Words

    Words: crossed, no love, cold-hearted,
    did not uphold the swearer;
    green-bile-covered, imparted
    no fair sheen on the bearer.

    She listened to naysayer
    to make sure to not prejudge.
    At times she wished soothsayers,
    the future, did not ill-judge.

    She dreamt of a legacy:
    punky and somewhat absurd;
    a diminished frequency
    of bland and prosaic crossed words.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  15. AvatarAsha1000

    A New Morning

    Begin your days separate
    from all the cares that beset
    us in time and saturate
    our lives, changing the cassette.

    The dawn’s like a coverlet,
    veiling the young sun surging
    through clouds in a pirouette,
    separating. Day begins.

    – Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  16. AvatarJane Shlensky

    Dangerous Distraction

    She wears a bright corona
    crowning her gentle beauty.
    Bulls run in old Pamplona
    as if it is their duty,

    but one young man, besmitten,
    forgets he should be running.
    Distraction is affliction
    when girls and bulls are stunning.

  17. AvatarJane Shlensky

    The Color of Grace

    A child’s love of indigo
    and magenta, he harbors,
    searching sunset’s afterglow
    and his grandmother’s arbors.
    He plucks petals—prodigy!
    He will become an artist!
    Nature is his liturgy;
    he sees no hue as smartest.

  18. AvatarJane Shlensky

    Canvassing

    The candidate providing
    credentials for office
    can’t be about dividing
    his countrymen for profits.

    Talking points and platitudes
    on each leg of his junket
    prove prevailing attitudes
    before he’s even thunk-it.

  19. AvatarKenzo

    Run Wild by Kenzo Amariyo

    Run around like animals,
    And feel lifted each morning.
    It may not seem to rational,
    When the bright sun is dawning.

    Energy feels tremendous,
    Much freedom comes from running.
    It’s really not horrendous,
    To great the day that’s coming.

  20. AvatarLacharmoure

    OVER TIME

    Age has come calling humbly
    It teaches and I listen,
    My temple is crumbling
    Still supported by wisdom.

    Scars mark my memories
    Mapping out my journey,
    Full of friends and enemies,
    Full of joy and worry.

    My focus is on the horizon
    Eager to see what awaits,
    My consciousness is rising
    The closer I get to the pearly gates.

    Ready for whatever,
    Fueled by past glory,
    Thankful for each endeavor.
    That has made up my story.

  21. AvatarKenzo

    Broken by Kenzo Amariyo

    Depressed but still arising,
    Yesterday I was flying.
    I’m sad and now despising,
    My love who left me crying.

    He said: “I’ve found another,”
    He said: “it is your sibling,
    Were meant to be together,”
    My heart and soul keeps milling.

  22. AvatarDarlene Franklin

    Practice aims for perfection.
    Do and do over again.
    Pause, take time for reflection.
    Repeat, do over again.

    Poets, don’t get discouraged.
    Fluency flows from edits .
    Make room, others encourage—
    sometimes you share the credit

    Whatever you contemplate
    will change before the final.
    It’s no surprise—compensate.
    Prepare to change the dial.

    Words that seek to mutiny
    may spin back on their axis.
    Searching for sweet unity
    takes practice, practice, practice.

  23. AvatarPressOn

    ON HEARING “ROCK-A-BYE BABY”

    It may be right, may be wrong,
    but this tune yields a snit fit:
    my mom sang this baby song
    and never learned to quit it.

    — William Preston

  24. AvatarPressOn

    A MID-SEPTEMBER SIGHTING

    Field corn, now tall in the sun,
    waits here, to give up its yield
    to harvesters on the run
    that bring crows back to the field.

    — William Preston

  25. AvatarRJ Clarken

    A Walk in the Lark

    Whereby, I write humorous,
    quirky, offbeat and funny.
    My poems are numerous
    but don’t make me much money.

    Still, I write such laughable
    poetry because witty
    work makes me feel affable,
    but broke, so more’s the pity.

    Some say this stuff’s easier
    than if I had to rely
    on real jobs, but cheesier
    simply works for me, whereby.

    ###

  26. AvatarSara McNulty

    When I Met You

    I met you in Savannah,
    romantic spot for lovers.
    You wore a bandanna,
    though not under the covers.

    You were a true Southerner
    trying you best to convince
    me to move–an Easterner
    used to sidewalks and pigeons.

  27. Avatartaylor graham

    ONE STORY UP

    Hers, the iron Pegasus
    on that balcony rusting –
    its pinions tremulous,
    in inspiration trusting.

    A girl – unlike Daedalus –
    wants to soar in all weathers,
    uses no wax; emulous
    believing in flight, feathers.

  28. Avatartaylor graham

    FREE THE THOUGHT

    Spirit above Somerset –
    like bird so high and regal
    to be held as amulet,
    wing feather of an eagle,

    token of his heritage.
    Unbound flight without limit.
    He frees it to pilgrimage,
    nature’s unfettered spirit.

  29. AvatarWalter J Wojtanik

    A LOVE AS SUCH, by Walter J Wojtanik

    The day we had connected
    I knew that I was smitten,
    your gentle grace – perfection,
    a love so purely written.

    And in these words, poetic
    (although they were not quoted),
    would sound a bit prophetic,
    but still they were not noted.

    Your words of love, handwritten,
    a love that was quite lawless,
    affections once unwritten
    now read as truly flawless.

  30. Avatarstevenrrobertson

    Whitewater
    by Steven R. Robertson

    Bring pails to the waterfall.
    Push them under, hold tightly
    If you have the wherewithal––
    Current flowing, not lightly:

    Undiminished utterly
    When our little pails intrude.
    Laughter roars, wave revelry:
    Away to the sea, renewed.

  31. AvatarPressOn

    SMALL SALVATIONS

    Love is often misery
    but yet, in perplexing ways,
    its caressing melody
    can leaven frustrating days.

    So it seemed, that summertime
    when the mourning of the dove
    made life seem a futile rhyme.
    Yet, you looked at me with love.

    — William Preston

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