Blossom burst

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt. This week’s words are:

SPARK | TOUCH | TWIST | HEALTH | REST

Photo©Eviatar Bach

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The spark that touched the bud

made the flower burst,

a caught cascade of petals

that pour from boughs still bare,

black as winter, shiny ’neath the rain.

Rest a while, and let sap rise,

a fountain of goodness,

and tardy leaves unfurl

to curl about the blown blooms

before march winds scatter,

rain patter,

mud spatter,

the first spring glory.

Written in the wind

For the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words this week are:

POWER | SHOW | THOUGHT | LOVE | WRITE

 

Words of love come easy,

The telling not the showing,

When you think you have the power

To bend a will to listen

To your sweet as honey stories

That are written in the wind.

Come, pierce the darkness

This is a triolet for The Secret Keeper’s challenge. I managed to get all the words into one triolet, which I’m pleased about, but it took a lot of fiddling about with. I like the result though.

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Come, pierce the darkness of the night—

As cold as stone, the room is still—

Oh rising sun, bathe all in light.

Come, pierce the darkness of the night,

The stage of ghost and spectral wight,

Bright rays of dawn; impose your will.

Come, pierce the darkness of the night,

As cold as stone. The room is still.

Trio of Triolets

The Secret Keeper’s writing prompt provided a lot of mileage. Or rather, I couldn’t fit the words into a single triolet. It took a chain of three, and even then, I’ve twisted the prompt a bit/a lot.

LIFE | WORK | REAL | SAFE | CLEAR

Clear nights like this, I see so far,

To where the geese fly safely home,

Following the bright north star.

Clear nights like this, I see so far,

Through bedroom window left ajar,

I long to follow through the foam.

Clear nights like this I see so far,

To where the geese fly safely home.

 

I’d fly the night with pulsing life

And listen to the song it sings,

Its sweetness keen as any knife.

I’d fly the night with pulsing life,

So full of dreams, of love and strife.

If only I had grey goose wings,

I’d fly the night with pulsing life

And listen to the song it sings.

 

There is a task before I leave

And fly the skies where true hearts go,

I’d ravel up this weary sleeve.

There is a task before I leave

And fly beyond the dawn, I’d grieve

For all the things I’ll never know.

There is a task before I leave

And fly. The sky’s where true hearts go.

From there to here

For the Secret Keeper’s challenge, a cascade poem using the words:

BLOOD | PRESENT | PROGRESS | SEARCH | FACE

Photo ©John O’Kane

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The steady march from there to here,

I feel it in the blood’s deep pulse,

The search for who I used to be.

 

Across the ocean’s changing face,

A people sail in hope of peace,

The steady march from there to here.

 

The kith and kin from rugged hills,

And wind-swept coasts where famine grew,

I feel it in the blood’s deep pulse.

 

Bone shaped from earth and hill and stone,

They whisper tales to guide steps home,

The search for who I used to be.

Goodbyes

Just a bit of fun (I’ve just got back from the physio and my neck feels a bit easier) for the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge. This week’s words are:

NOISE | NOTE | WORD | TRADE | PART

If there is a word in your long parting note,

That fell without a noise upon the mat,

I would replace with one I feel more apt,

It would be to change the hopeful ‘au revoir

For a very final, go to hell ‘adieu’.

Time out of mind

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge

This week’s words are

GUARD | STRANGE | RIVER | LAND | MIND

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Time out of mind the river’s flowed

Beneath the bridge, where we would stand,

Watching the boats sail to the sea.

 

Lovers ’fore us had promised here,

To be as constant as the flood,

Time out of mind the river’s flowed.

 

Box sprigs tied with ribbon bright,

Dropped in the current danced and sped

Beneath the bridge where we would stand.

 

A strange far land is where you went,

Your secret you did guard it well,

Watching the boats sail to the sea.

Brief lives

For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt. This week’s words are:

STAGE | SHORT | YOUNG | TEST | LIVE

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The play, so short, of our brief lives,

Our young day ends when scarce begun,

But the dark night lasts forever.

 

Upon the stage we strut and pace,

In the wings the curtain waits,

The play, so short, of our brief lives.

 

The morning grows and fills the sky,

And deepens into sunset’s glow,

Our young day ends when scarce begun.

 

A trial, the evening steps that drag,

The day grows weary, light too bright,

But the dark night lasts forever.

 

 

Some things I would not ever change

For The Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words to include this week are:

PAUSE | OVER | STRENGTH | AGE | CHANGE

Photo ©Teddy Wade

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Some things I would not ever change:

The days we loved, now in the past,

I draw my strength from memories.

 

Walking hand in hand in sunlight,

And in the shade of scented pines,

Some things I would not ever change.

 

Waking in the early morning,

With the heat already rising,

The days we loved now in the past.

 

Pausing on the brink of sorrow,

I wonder was it just our age,

And draw my strength from memories.

The broken bridge

The Secret Keeper’s writing challenge seems to be inspiring a lot of cascade poems lately. This one uses the words:

BROKE – JUDGE – STORY – BRIDGE – LAKE

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The bridge is broken across the stream,

That winds its way to the placid lake,

Who is to judge the right or the wrong?

 

A stormy night, the messenger rides,

Too dark for ever his eye to see,

The bridge is broken across the stream.

 

The horse refuses, shies on the brink,

Rider urges, they slip in the flood

That winds its way to the placid lake.

 

The story ends, both drowned in the lake,

The message lies where the fierce pike lurks,

Who is to judge the right or the wrong?