Crooked Quads

The crooked quad is a 4-line, rhyming, accentual-syllabic form I came up with inadvertently. The rhyme pattern is A/B/C/B and the syllable counts are either 2/8/4/8 or 4/8/2/8 in iambic or trochaic meter; the poems tend to be split in some way between the second and third lines, but what form that takes is pretty fuzzy. Crooked quads tend to be about two contrasting/complementary subjects, or a turning point, inflection, or revelation.

History

The first one I wrote is Nightmare Times, though that's actually a slight rework of a tercet with an 8–4–8 syllable pattern. After writing the later poem 2025-04-29-the-harvestman, I decided to give the form a name and group all the ones I'd written so far in a single place (till that point, they were in misc. quatrains).

Notes

In length (22 syllables), it's close or identical to the tetractys (20), Crapsey cinquain (22), and englyn-alike (24), though with a more flexible structure than the first two and a more flexible rhyme than the last one. There might also be some influence from the Kelly lune, with its shorter middle-line pivot.

Poems

  1. 2026-04-26

    On wings of lead
    Our roof takes leave to join the storm;
    Old thoughts
    Spill out in desiccated swarms.

    The third line used to be “Dead thoughts”.

  2. 2026-04-13

    This winter's spring
    When even solar winds blow cold
    Sees all
    Our births ordained, our fates foretold.

    Kinda similar in subject to a previous crooked quad, though more outwards than inwards. I think I prefer the earlier one a bit, though.

  3. 2026-03-22

    Lurching
    Pot-bellied harvestman-machines
    Now duskward home
    Low-garlanded with black fatigue.
  4. 2026-01-24

    Hellmouth!
    Red halls where skinless lords hold court
    All dressed in rags
    The rich have shorn from poor they bought.
  5. 2025-12-20

    New butcher-kings
    Invade our yardang palaces;
    Pig-heads,
    They swill their shit from chalices.
  6. 2025-12-12

    I spy a sign
    Miraged in clouds of dead-and-done
    —Perhaps!—
    The thin idea of the sun.
  7. 2025-11-20

    Astride the house
    The titan ice makes candles quake—
    Its prey
    Burn life to keep the flame awake.
  8. 2025-11-14

    From space
    Our cities blaze with screaming cars
    In parking lots,
    Where once dark rivers spoke in stars.

    I think this also works as just a couplet of the two long lines: “Our cities blaze with screaming cars / Where once dark rivers spoke in stars.”

  9. 2025-11-06
    The Column Creeps Strike Back

    Grown without love,
    Our cultivar of Column Creeps
    Learns nothing
    But to find more kids to eat.

    Follow-up on a previous crooked quad about the same kinda person/people.

  10. 2025-11-05

    Anxious angstroms
    Separate the desperado
    From Death
    And legendary bravado.

    Some wording shared with a Crapsey cinquain from the same day.

  11. 2025-11-01

    Dim-bulb haloes
    Glower over holy Europe;
    Pogroms
    Fuel the furnace, that we're sure of.

    Similar subject to a Crapsey cinquain I wrote the same day. Also getting a rhyme for “Europe” is a bit hard so I just went for a rhyme on the stressed syllable.

  12. 2025-10-30

    Stay warm!
    These underwater seasons, each
    A lifetime long,
    Send icebergs crawling up the beach.
  13. 2025-10-25

    Flagellants whine:
    “If we were bred in sin and grime—
    We'll come
    To God through pain divine.”
  14. 2025-10-23

    Irradiate
    Your hateful soul with corium,
    The love
    Of concrete angel Corazon.

    Concrete Angel Corazon kind of a magical girl name… I'm kinda pushing it with the rhyme there but there aren't many words that rhyme tightly with “corium” so I'm relying on the “cor-” sound and the half-rhymes after that.

  15. 2025-10-23

    Glister
    The moon that sunbathed in the night
    Seduced the stars
    And turned them into satellites.
  16. 2025-10-20

    Bland businessmen,
    On long invisible commutes,
    Leave art
    On pavements wet with rainbow fruit.
  17. 2025-10-18

    The amnesty 
    Entombs our town in frozen war—
    White walls,
    Old hate cemented with our gore.
  18. 2025-10-15
    The Pulpit Demon (day)

    Through silver tongue
    The Pulpit Demon has its way
    With me—
    Before my flock—I blush and pray—

    Alternate to the first version of The Pulpit Demon (night).

  19. 2025-09-27
    The Pulpit Demon (night)

    In church,
    The Pulpit Demon has its way
    With words tonight—
    Its thrusts and whispers—make me pray—

    I later added an alternate verison: The Pulpit Demon (day).

  20. 2025-09-27
    How Come All the New Killborgs have Degradation Kinks

    Surgeoneers
    Devised a megadeath assembly line;
    Saboteurs
    Milked the little death from their designs.

    I might give this one a more expansive treatment. Also, yeah it's 2 extra syllables per couplet.

  21. 2025-09-22
    Proserpina Survives

    Persephone
    Dug deep inside her bridal vault;
    Hades
    Never thought she'd find a thunder-bolt.

    Extra syllable to round out the last line and return to Persephone's meter.

  22. 2025-09-19
    What Master Owns

    The golf course preens
    Above the slump of houses' bones—
    The flames
    Have yet to reach what Master owns.
  23. 2025-09-17

    Play deaf—
    The banshee anchored in the bay
    Sings rusty screams
    To prophesy our final day.
  24. 2025-09-08

    Our parcan god
    Descends from heavenly machines;
    Our hands
    Burn hot to work the djinnic dream.
  25. 2025-09-02

    Our autumn clothes:
    Thin sheep shake off their coats of rain
    For wool,
    And likewise I wear fleece again.

    Uses a similar line to an englyn-alike I wrote the same day.

  26. 2025-08-25

    Those lonely peaks,
    Whose eldritch beauty makes hearts dance,
    Wake up—
    They yawn and stretch and—Avalanche!
  27. 2025-08-25
    The Sin Inventor

    Christ-robed,
    The Sin Inventor hums off-key—
    He takes no note
    As demons sing in harmony.
  28. 2025-08-02
    Cloud Dogs (B)

    Let sleep
    The cloud dogs wreathed around the fire
    That Brother Moon
    Has thieved from Sister Sun's empire.

    Started from the same point as another crooked quad I wrote that day.

  29. 2025-08-02
    Cloud Dogs (A)

    Let sleep
    The cloud dogs wreathed around the fire
    Where Sister Sun
    Now hides from Brother Moon's desire.

    Started from the same point as another crooked quad I wrote that day.

  30. 2025-07-12
    The Prayer Demon

    Oilman!
    You set your votive well aflame;
    In black-gold tongues
    The prayer demon begs your name!
  31. 2025-07-12

    Beneath the hill,
    The dragon meditates and starves;
    On high,
    A Boeing nurses screeching calves.
  32. 2025-07-12

    A scorn of stars
    Behind the veil of sun-vault blue
    Whisper
    All the things you'll never do.
  33. 2025-07-06

    You charm
    With seafoam songs and dancing eyes,
    While round your rock
    A choir of groping corpses cries.
  34. 2025-06-01

    Apocalypse
    Will wipe the hours off the clock,
    And Time
    Will see what else it has in stock.
  35. 2025-05-28

    Tonight
    The puddles dream of better times,
    While ghosts flow by
    In coracles of coralline.
  36. 2025-05-19
    The Ballot Bastard

    Look sharp!
    The Ballot Bastard's up the street,
    Their pencil teeth
    A cage for tigers craving meat.

    See also The Column Creep.

  37. 2025-05-07

    Neon creatures
    Creep so softly off the storefronts,
    Awestruck
    By the incandescent stormfront.
  38. 2025-05-05

    Forgive
    The last spring day its winter-cold
    Soliloquies—
    It's born, and then its bell is tolled.

    It was cold.

  39. 2025-04-29

    The harvestman
    Who doesn't know his snowflake odds,
    Swings blind
    And nicks the face of laughing God.
  40. 2025-04-27

    Two tons of rust,
    The car atop the scrapheap looms;
    Unseen,
    Its fifty tons of lifelong fumes.
  41. 2025-04-27

    The road is gone
    That pointed to the city queer—
    They pried
    The stones to build a tollhouse here.
  42. 2025-04-25
    The Column Creep

    The Column Creep
    With groping fingers hopes to hurt,
    With words,
    The rebels dispossessed of Earth.

    See also The Ballot Bastard, and the follow-up crooked quad about the same kinda people.

  43. 2025-04-24
    Nightmare Times

    Watch out!
    The Seasons' weary walls grow thin
    And nightmare times
    With cold cathedral eyes peek in.

    A rewrite of a very similar tercet, but splitting it over 4 lines at an obvious breakpoint with 2/8/4/8 syllables and a rhyme pattern of A/B/C/B instead. I'm gonna write some more in this pattern (or 4/8/2/8) because it seems interesting to me and I've been kinda struggling sometimes with the stricter requirements of the Crapsey cinquain and englyn-alike.