Morning sun

Morning sun

In the glitter of the morning sun,
The air is filled with feathered fluttered flight,
The dark and silent river night is run.
In the glitter of the morning sun’s
Gold fingers, green is coaxed to life, begun
Deep in the cold embrace of winter’s night,
And in the glitter of the morning sun,
The air is filled with feathered fluttered flight

What else?

Another glorious morning, sunny and warm, and a new triolet for the dverse prompt.

What else?

What else is there to love but all this space,
this green and blue stream-ripple in the breeze,
that dances winter leaf veils of rust lace?
What else is there to love, but all? This space
of sculpted buds of blossoming spring’s face
takes wing, with feathered gold among the trees.
What else is there to love but all this space,
this green and blue stream-ripple in the breeze?

April poetry challenge day 23

Another apposite prompt. The painting is Shopping with Nan by John Law. All the prompt images and contributions are on Paul Brookes’ site here.

Nan

When I am Nan, I will be great and grand,
Not the pinnied, cupboards-full-of-sweeties kind,
And when we cross the road they’ll take my hand.
When I am Nan, I will be great and grand,
And if I teach one thing, they’ll understand
All life, from fish to child, is intertwined.
I will be Nan, the wise, the great and grand,
Not rosy, pinnied, but, I hope, the kind.

Two harts

I watched two harts lock horns today,
The dance was wild with russet light,
Their graceful fight seemed more like play.
I watched two harts lock horns today;
The sun shone gold beneath the may,
Until the dusk dipped into night.
I watched two harts lock horns; today
The dance was wild with russet light.

The wind blows bleak

For the dverse prompt. I do love a triolet. Thank you, Frank!

 

The wind blows bleak and wild today,

And blossoms falling cloud with white

The rain-soaked earth, the heavy clay.

The wind blows bleak and wild today;

Gusts bend the kestrel’s wings away.

While spring rain falls through silver light,

The wind blows bleak and wild; today

Plum blossom falls in clouds of white.

Grey-leafed

Just got Internet back (again). The OctPoWriMo prompt, about ways of looking at things just about works for the triolet I wrote yesterday.

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This sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud

And rests on tree tops, dusty blue,

Waiting to pour its river loud.

The sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud,

Branching, spreading over ploughed

And empty fields where barley grew.

This sky is heavy, and grey-leafed cloud

Rests on treetops misty blue.

There is no moon

There are a dozen things I should have been doing, but I’ve spent the best part of an hour worrying away at this triolet, which I would say is a harder form than the villanelle.

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There is no moon, no stars to light the way;

I have no lamp, owl’s eyes alone can see

To pierce the shadows, chase the dark away.

There is no moon. No stars to light the way

In sky’s dark coping hang, to dance and sway

To fair folk’s songs when wary mortals flee.

There is no moon, no stars. To light the way

I have no lamp. Owl’s eyes alone can see.

The warm world trembles

A triolet for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.

TREMBLE | HIT | DESIRE | ALTER | DEPTH |

 

The warm world trembles in this winter cold,

The depths of darkness hold all in its grip

And change green shoots to black twigs stark and bold.

The warm world trembles; in this winter cold

Strike ice arrows, leaves in furred frost enfold.

Desire shrinks, we hang onto the lip

Of trembling world, while in this winter cold

The depths of darkness hold all in its grip.