As Fresh As Dawn

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As dappled sunlight streams below –
Watchful hart and nurturing doe
A newborn fawn
As fresh as dawn
They guard – then onward go

Colleen has challenged us to write a syllabic poem of our own choice of theme and form.  I am using the Welsh clogyrnach form with its 8/8/4/4/6 syllable and aabba rhyme scheme.  My inspiration ran backwards, as the poem wrote itself, and then I looked for a suitable illustration.  It is not perfect as it doesn’t include the stag, but it think it does capture the feel of the poem.

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Departed Witness: Mirror Cinquain

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Mourn we
The awful loss.
You departed now – far
From our selfish unthinking midst.
Gone now –
Your sage
Witness of the things that have passed –
Now forever silent
You great oak shall
Remain

 

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Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week was to write on the theme inspired by the quote: “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

I have gone with the mirror cinquain form, and the added prompt to the image of a dead oak.  I think to the quote and image work well together to set the mood.

 

 

Spectre From Above

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Large eyes stare into the night

In search of seeds of grain

Ears perk at every sound

Till all is still again

Then the mouse – does slowly creep

From its nesting lair

A fatal move – for in a flash of white

The spectre strikes as if from nowhere

 

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In The Rough

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dia

mond

in the rough

uncut – unfaceted

still in nature’s true form

unspoilt by human

tools and hand

rough

raw

 

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Sunday Writing Prompt “Shape Poetry”

Féileacán

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Oh Féileacán –

Dancer in the sky

Bright celebration of colour

A festival of joy – as you flutter by.

Boldly spinning pirouettes among the buddleia

And yet you are so shy

Taking flight at just the slightest breeze

Or when anyone approaches nigh.

Stay with me but for a moment more

Please don’t say goodbye

Let me your company keep

My life to beautify.

 

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Above The Turbulence Glide

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Glide
Above
The waters
So turbulent
From your vantage point
Exude your peace
Serenely
Aloft
Glide

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FOWC with Fandango — Glide

 

Nocturnal Call

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ToWitt, Towitt comes the nocturnal cry

Then waiting for partner’s distant reply

Voice heard and understood,

Though but single phrase echos in the wood

The pair thus linked, no words they need

For they are bound together in heart and deed

 

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The Tease

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Dust-dry ground heated

And soon to be baked by the sun

Bleached grass and receding ponds

E’er since the Spring begun.

Where are those kisses of moisture sweet,

Those drops of cooling life?

Wispy cloud pass over head

But their rich treasures they withhold.

Then it happens a few sharp drops,

Bullet-like pelt the ground.

Dust explodes from impact firm

But then the barrage does cease

The teasing done, the clouds move on

Leaving the sun to bake in peace

 

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dVerse – Rain

 

 

Through Paths of Splendour

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Green-fingers caress the buds of May

And water the blooms of June

Attentive to each of her sprouting wards

And from the beds weeds exhume

Diligent in caring for nature’s bounty

Through the paths of splendor – Flower strewn

 

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The Harvester: A Micro Poem

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Apian harvester – a community to feed

Liquid elixir to gather – pollen to spread

A matter of duty – to meet Queen’s need

 

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Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday: Bees