A butterfly cinquain for Colleen’s weekly challenge. The word ‘spell’ comes from the Old English for a tale or narrative.
that enthrals with magic,
a gift of the wind that blows through
scatters the broken light of space
into our wondering
eyes, filling hearts
For Colleen’s photo prompt.
The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt
heart of the world
beats to the sound of pipes
and the endless laughter of running
in the green heart of the world the
silence of music reigns
no human ear
An etheree for Colleen’s weekly challenge. This woodpecker is part of our evening ritual, watching out for her/him to come back to the dead tree to roost, the hare to come up from the stream bank to browse, and the blackbird to roost in the lime tree outside the window.
In the hollow tree a bird, an old nest
with memories draws her back before
the sun sets. The comforting dark
echoes with cries of fledglings,
flown when summer still filled
the air feather-soft,
warm as a bird
Catching up on prompts. This tanka is for Colleen’s weekly challenge.
soft pastel colours
wash the dry dust of summer
with broad water strokes
streaked and striped with silver rain
soft as new grass green-growing
A cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge.
by step your hand in mine
hearts winging into all the years
For Colleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge. The words are Character & Wild.
Only human nature, they tell us,
the hedonism that means death
and misery for the rest,
the untamed, the poorest,
the mute, have no
weight in this
A butterfly cinquain for Colleen’s weekly prompt.
stoppered, some would
pounce, hope for a message,
keen to share nefariously
romantic story. I pick you
up, put you in the bin,
search for coloured