Sorry the round up is rushed today but it’s packing up day. I’m glad you found the illustration inspiring.
Michael paints a beautiful painting linking the sky and the plains.
Louise’s poem is the lament of the wandering prince. Lovely!
Sarah’s poem is in the form of a folk tale, a ballad with the lilting rhythm of all good stories.
Leara with another song full of regrets and longings, another gem of a poem.
Carol’s rider is beyond the real, a flight of fancy, but a metaphor with tremendous power.
Ken’s first poem sets up the question, what is the hunter after? The second, in a very formal, regal poem, answers it.
Phylor’s poem is pure legend. Reminds me of Yeats in places.
Janice’s poems always seem to be full of hope. This one is no exception.
Merril and Janice seem to have been writing about the same prince—another hopeful tale in the form of a ballad.
Kerfe’s poem soars on wild wings. There’s so much in this poem, to read and reread.
Kat paints the portrait of a rather gentle Valkyrie.
Tricia’s poem is the antidote to the hopeful fantastical poems. Get your hankies ready.
Sri is true to herself with a perfectly romantic triolet.
Thank you all for contributing such beautiful poetry. It was a joy to read. I shall try and post the next challenge this evening if I have time to get one together. Otherwise it won’t be until late tomorrow, or Thursday.