strung with clouds
strung with clouds
Poetry challenge #4 was on the theme of seasons and once again, I received a harvest of beautiful short poems. Here they are, in order of arrival.
Ben Naga was first this week with an autumn tanka.
The mushrooms work their magic
Appearing, fruiting, dying
A year older certainly
A little wiser? Let’s see
then a year’s worth of seasons in a haiku
SEASONING – THE SPICE OF LIFE
Nature Springs to life
Summersaults, leaves with Autumn
Winter drawers on now.
and just to show that he can, a sept.
HEARTS AND FLOWERS
As the first
Then we get the cherry on the cake.
Everyone praises Spring
Summer and Autumn while
Winter gets a bad rap
Ego got in the way
Thanks Ben, the rest of us can go home now 🙂
Peter Bouchier sent this musical haiku:
and as a reward for producing a new poem, I’m linking to three of his older poems too.
Veronica Hosking sent in a couplet of septs—a nudge and a wink to Douglas Adams fans.
Having complained bitterly about being forced to try something new, Ali Isaac produced a whole string of little gems.
as blood, gold
sun-drops from stiff
Soft snow stifles sound
ice sparkles, crackles under
foot. Dark winter rules.
Ewes milk flows, lambs bleat,
her foot-steps green jaded land.
The Fiery One brings
tender warmth. Earth responds with
joy, season’s cycle renewed.
Sand and sea
on bare skin
Kat Myrman also produced a delightful set of poems—a first for Kat too!
Someone else trying out a sept for the first time. Thanks Annie, I love it 🙂
All three forms in a beautifully coloured poem. Thanks Ken (I hope it’s Ken, easier to pronounce than rivrvlogr anyway :)).
Vibrant in Passing
autumn’s fashion show
displayed across Ozark bluffs
umber lacing green
framed in blue
from the sky
vibrant in passing
leaves dancing, grasping the air
the days of autumn
prelude to winter’s slumber
conjured by a simple frost
A haiku and a sept from Janice. There’s obviously a story behind that sept.
As day yields to night,
summer surrenders to fall,
winds spread her bounty.
hearts stumble, ’til
And of course somebody had to remind us that there is a winter among the milder seasons. Beautifully done.
sinks in cold
and rises in cold
Thank you all for participating, and particularly for experimenting with new forms. I hope you’ll be contributing to the coming week’s challenge—theme posted tomorrow.
The challenge this week is a broad one. You can write a sept, haiku, or tanka, and I want you to include the name of a season. Any season—all four if you’d like to write a sequence. Try to keep to the traditional forms i.e.
Sept: seven lines of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1 syllables
Haiku: three lines of 5-7-5 syllables
Tanka: five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.
Don’t worry about the hinge word thingy for the haiku—I don’t understand it either.
Not too difficult? I won’t include a picture this week because the theme is too broad, but feel free to add your own illustrations.
Here are my poems, a haiku, tanka, and a sept.
Autumn wind snatches
flame leaves stripped falling drifting
bonfire of dead souls.
Howling winter wind
wolves at the door famine-brave
moonlight on hoar frost
on claws scratching, splintering
wooden defences ceding.
dark earth piercing
The third challenge on the theme of Samhain attracted another beautiful crop of poems. Darkness, death and the otherworld/afterlife obviously have great appeal.
Here are your sept poems, in order of appearance.
Peter Bouchier was first (again!)
then Jim, who I’m pleased to say has left a twitter link this time—thanks Jim 🙂
fest we leave
gifts to Aos Śi
Ben Naga created a whole sequence. Spectacular!
The Dark Season
Breathes a chill
Has no warmth
What’s that sound?
T’is the sidhe*
May I dare?
Go find her there
My heart’s love
Kat Myrman’s contribution
Kris the Bard. His blog link is here.
Lost in time
While I await
This one is from Deuxiemepeaux
Flame, find them,
Raise them, once more
To life, lust,
While flames flicker,
You can visit Damien’s blog here for more poems.
Jennifer Knoblock’s entry is here
Next Elusive Trope:
Mound of Hostages
shape of man
this one night
A trickortreater from rivrvlogr
rings your bell
he’s there for
Ali Isaac contributed two septs, very originally titled 1. and 2. 🙂
As sun slips,
with the ghosts
Queen of the night.
But no more.
Another classic Halloween entry from vhosking for whom I can’t find a link 😦
And I now have a link! https://vhosking.wordpress.com/about/
A scary duo from Janice
warns danger lurks,
Rain lashed strings
Eerie chimes bend,
Finally, The Secret Keeper sent this one in
Thank you all for the fun and the beautiful poems. The next challenge will be posted tomorrow. See you then.
This week’s theme is obviously Halloween, Samhain, Toussaint, All Hallows, whatever you want to call it—the end of the old year and the beginning of the new. This is the time when the dead are close, our waking world and the otherworld touch, the door between them is open.
Be inspired by the season, the myths, or the picture. One more round of sept form—seven lines of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1 syllables respectively. Get writing and post your creations here.
Here are my efforts.
still the lake lies
your heart was
now still and cold
let the flame
Welcome to the second poetry challenge. Since everybody seemed to have fun with the sept form last week, we’ll give it another go.
Remember (or if you didn’t see last week’s post) the form is seven lines in the syllable pattern, 1-2-3-4-3-2-1.
The theme for this week, as you have probably gathered, is swans, any aspect or association, or inspired by the painting by Walter Leistikow
Please join in in flocks, and leave your sept creations in the comments or as links to your blog post.
From the lake
In winged glory
Here are the poems you sent in, a string of pearls.
First and second, nicely balanced pieces, came from Kris the Bard
All too soon
We grow older
Next a lovely inspirational poem from Ali Isaac
Hand and go
I’ll be your guide
Then Harriet Goodchild’s beautiful verse
Love’s sweet embrace
Rivrvlogr has given his philosophical sept a title: Offering
To read Peter Bouchier’s poem: Clap, just nip over to his blog.
Elusive Trope, the instigator of all this sent this moving and erudite poem.
Next one, defiant and emphatic, is from Manpreet
Tight what my
Hands fail to. I
The Secret Keeper has gone into this challenge with all guns blazing and a set of three poems.
Kat Myrman also produced a trilogy
And TJParis added this little gem before the list closed.
My true love
And in my palm
You will find
Thank you all for joining in the fun of trying out this form which is certainly new to me. They are all splendid little poems, so bravo everybody.
Tomorrow I will post a new theme, so if you fancy having another go at a Sept poem, don’t miss it!
This is a challenge I am throwing out to all and sundry. The sept, I learned from Doug, the Elusive Trope, is a poetry form of seven lines following the syllable pattern of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1. It isn’t as tricky as it sounds so do please have a go.
The theme is hands, with the van Eyck detail as a prompt if you like.
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