Sticks in my memory Sticky sugared damson days Stuck to after-school fingers and scones. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Jam’
Tag: Polyptoton
Bell
Seven times, telling chimes entwined in air Each ring interlaced in night’s tangled hair. Vacant coin-faced moon’s advent coincides Escalating peals to rise then subside. Nocturne dawns nightly. Boundless muse abounds night’s darkened mind, Each bell recounted a passage of time. Lightly hushed lullaby resounds in prayer Listens spellbound to wisdom’s aria. Silence sleeps soundly. …
Promise
Your warmth awoke before me, how could I resist, Resist the dawning coaxing, That your morning promise kissed. Coaxed my wake from sleeps arms, my promises to keep, held dawn up to my window, And let night turn over to sleep. “brief: this Thursdays DVerse ‘Meet the Bar’ hosted by Frank Hubeny was to create …
“Expression 