If ever

A Rhyme Royal for the dverse prompt.


If ever I should leave this place behind,

It would be with aching heart, tears of regret.

Nowhere in this green country would I find

Such simply beauty to make me forget

The worries and the sorrows that beset

Our grey-paved path. However much I long,

Nothing can replace the blackbird’s sweet song.

Misty morning

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


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.


Screech owl cries

A Rhyme Royal for the dverse prompt this evening. Prompted by the sound of hunting owls, so loud at nightfall here.

Image ©Art Siegel


The first stars wake in autumn evening’s sky,

The sun has set long since, and hushed the air,

Beneath the earth, the night-touched creatures lie,

And wait for dark to leave their hidden lair.

The weeping in the house, too hard to bear,

I listen, ’neath the stars as darkness spreads,

And shiver at owl’s cry, what each heart dreads.


The moving finger stops above the roof,

Feathered portent perches high and screams.

We quail, as if we needed no more proof,

Our worst fears come to roost above the beams,

Death walks among the shadows, so it seems.

But in the east, moonrise casts golden light,

A smile, a sigh, death will not come tonight.

War moons

More moons from the ‘two moons rise’ writing prompt. This poem is in the Rhyme Royal form with a rhyming pattern of ABABBCC. Apparently Chaucer liked using it.




Snow lies silent, a crisp white pall,

Light vies in vain, till forced to yield.

The last sky empties as dark stars fall,

And the endless ocean swallows them all,

Moons of war send famine stalking,

Blood ghosts to their haunts and dead men walking.