Hello folks! Alex here dropping in to join in on this whole NaPoWriMo business. Wrote this for the terza rima prompt. I read Dante’s Inferno (the Pinsky translation) a few summers ago and adore the form (although it is much more elegant in italian). Hope I did it some justice. Cheers!
The Miller’s Daughter
How love in her fantasies did dream
Of being pillowed, silken things
Drawn of straw as if to seem
Now recoiled in her springs
To turn, turn in her sleep
Knotting sheets to golden rings
That by morning none would keep.