For the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt. I’d forgotten how much I like the pantoum.
The leaves are falling, scattered far;
In red and gold they dance and fly,
Wake the rising evening star,
Though shadows grey sleep, crisp and dry.
In red and gold they dance and fly;
The flames of autumn fires sing
Though shadows grey sleep, crisp and dry
Beneath the trees, where pale owls wing.
The flames of autumn fires sing
The songs that haunt the chilly night,
Beneath the trees where pale owls wing—
Lean the moon, and thin the light.
The songs that haunt the chilly night
Wake the rising evening star—
Lean the moon and thin the light,
The leaves are falling, scattered far.
Well you know how I feel about pantoums. ” Lean the moon and thin the light”…and owls…and to top it off, Van Gogh! (K)
This poem sprang out of thin air (light). I’m glad you like the way it turned out.
Light for sure.
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There’s some great imagery here, Jane.
Thanks Ken 🙂
Its so melancholic, but well written. Thank you Jane! Have a nice afternoon. Michael
Thanks Michael! This afternoon was beautiful 🙂
Congratulations, but otherwise you are also i a very peaceful landscape (excluding the hunters). 😉 Wish you a nice day for the beginning of the weekend too. Michael
You know they shoot blackbirds? What excuse is there for that?
So funny–I was thinking yesterday that I want to write a pantoum–all Kerfe’s fault. 🙂
I’ve been out all day, but maybe I’ll think about one in a bit. Yours sings! And yes, van Gogh, too.
It is Kerfe’s fault. She’s written some lovely ones lately. I’m glad you like this 🙂
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Great imagery and choice of painting 💜
Thank you! It’s a lovely painting.
Yes I love it too 💜