As Fresh As Dawn

Deer, Parent Child, Morning, Cute, Kojika

Image by yamabon from Pixabay

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.



Departed Witness: Mirror Cinquain

Tree, Branches, Sky, Perspective, Branch, Winter, Fall



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



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

Snowy Owl, Owl, Bird, Animal, Animal World, White


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




Blue Morpho, Butterfly, Rainforest


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.








Nocturnal Call

Birds, Love, Couple, Owl, Romance, Line Art, Animals


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




The Tease

Grass, Natural, Garden, Floral, Dry


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