More moons from the ‘two moons rise’ writing prompt. This poem is in the Rhyme Royal form with a rhyming pattern of ABABBCC. Apparently Chaucer liked using it.
Snow lies silent, a crisp white pall,
Light vies in vain, till forced to yield.
The last sky empties as dark stars fall,
And the endless ocean swallows them all,
Moons of war send famine stalking,
Blood ghosts to their haunts and dead men walking.
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Made me shiver–that last couplet made me think of Macbeth. For some reason, I pictured the witches chanting it. 🙂
Macbeth is full of ominous omens. One of my favourite plays 🙂 Has ravens too.
Why does it not surprise me that Macbeth is a favorite play of yours? 🙂
I read an article yesterday about how smart crows/ravens are. I think it was in Slate.
They always remind me of my great-grandmother who was an earth mother sort of figure. Mother and grandmother to a whole neighbourhood and the bit of room left in the house was full of sick and injured animals she was tending. There was always a jackdaw, generally with a leg in matchstick splints. She taught them to talk. She was Irish after all…
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Oh my! What a vivid picture! You need to write a novel about them–or at least a story. 🙂
I’m squeamish about writing about real people when they can’t give me their permission.
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I meant based on them, but fictional characters. 🙂
I did that once. Sent the story to a literary agent and he asked me why I fictionalized it. Said it would have been better as a memoire.
Oh well, I guess you can’t win. 😦
Not with literary agents anyway 🙂
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Strong, dramatic and dark, just how I like it! 😁 Fantastic imagery, Jane, and if Chaucer used that form, you’re in good company. Somehow, I think he’d approve.
I don’t think he’d disapprove, at least 🙂