Misty morning

Another Rhyme Royal for the dverse prompt, because I like this form.

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On these golden mornings of October,

When dawn light fills the valley sleepy pearl,

When stars have set and leaves fall without number,

Into the dewy meadow where mists swirl,

I hear the shattered peace, the bright jays’ skirl,

And wonder will I cease to feel the pain,

Of clenched heart, when the guns spew mortal rain.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

23 thoughts on “Misty morning”

  1. I liked the contrast you make between the peacefulness of the first four lines and the attack in the last three with falling leaves and falling rain tying them together. I like this form as well. With seven lines there is a break from a more uniform pattern, which would have eight lines, built into the stanza.

  2. As other have said – this is a striking verse – particularly the last couplet – foreshadowed or pivoting on the ‘skirl’ of the jays – as if the terrible news had just come through. So good.

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