Rule of Threes

by Sandra Lloyd


I tend to read books three at a time surrounded
by a trio of dogs as agreeable to me
as a ternion of adjectives before a noun.

Aristotle believed in three unities for plays
all set in one place, no longer than a day,
without subplots, or flashbacks.

I need this sort of frame.
Curios offer more pleasure
in triads. Three repetitions renders things true.

We progress from incident, to coincident,
to pattern. I arrange a cord of wood between a triangle
of stalwart evergreens and consider the men I've loved,

believe the third offers something of a knotty twist.
Like a triptych, I could display this fact openly
or fold it shut.

 

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Sandra Lloyd is a poet and registered nurse with a BSc in Psychology and an MA in English/Creative Writing from the University of Toronto. Her poetry and prose have appeared in publications including The Antigonish ReviewPrism InternationalThe Rotary DialThe Puritan, and Evenings on Paisley Avenue: Seven Hamilton Poets. She lives in Ancaster, Ontario.

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