The Secret Keeper’s prompt words this week were:
| PART | STONE | FLAW | STRICT | NOTE |
The first poem I wrote was this, very short one.
No stony heart
There is no stony heart,
So strait, so strict,
It has never a flaw,
That the notes of love’s sweet song,
Cannot part and enter in.
Then I realised that by tweaking one word (substituting a synonym for ‘strict’) the poem I was already working on fitted the prompt pretty well.
Leaf drifts earthwards,
From the mother branch, black ’gainst the sky.
Sky fills with snow falling,
Sailing a sea of stone-grey cloud.
Clouds break and scatter,
Gold-seamed, ink-swirled, riding the wind.
Wind from the north blows,
Shaking the last gold from winter trees.
Trees filled with birds singing,
Every note so flawless and true.
True to yourself, you walk,
Striding through snowflakes, birdsong, heartbeats.
Heartbeats and song echo,
For I walk beyond sadness in the gold-seamed sky.