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.
The awful loss.
You departed now – far
From our selfish unthinking midst.
Gone now –
Witness of the things that have passed –
Now forever silent
You great oak shall
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.
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
in the rough
uncut – unfaceted
still in nature’s true form
unspoilt by human
tools and hand
Sunday Writing Prompt “Shape Poetry”
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.
From your vantage point
Exude your peace
FOWC with Fandango — Glide
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
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
dVerse – Rain
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
Apian harvester – a community to feed
Liquid elixir to gather – pollen to spread
A matter of duty – to meet Queen’s need
Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday: Bees