The dark blanket of night cast away
waning moon waved goodbye
morning delicately stretches and blushes
kissed softly by the scarlet sun
shooing away the last of twinkling, giggling stars
she twirls her cerulean skirt
shot with pastel hues,
scalloped with lacy candyfloss clouds.
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, has asked us to write a quadrille which must have the word candy.
Under the blanket of moon’s warmth
we lie together; the night and I
telling each other bedtime stories
resting our heads on the wet grass
the morning arrives coyly,
lovingly pouring golden sunshine
into my cup. Her piercing gaze
accusing me of being unfaithful.
Written for dVerse quadrille Monday. Today’s host, Linda, has asked us to write a quadrille on morning.
It kept me up the whole of long, dark night
tantalizingly coming close then taking flight
but the moon, my forever partner in crime,
stayed up earnestly, helping me rhyme!
then when the skies turned a pretty blush pink
and the sleepy sun cajoled me with golden winks
I surrendered my poem to the dawn. It stretched languidly
then fell into a rhythm, bidding me adieu, gliding fluidly!
it embraced gay metaphors dancing happily
smiling at similes hanging from trees lazily
nodding at adjectives it met in the park
sauntering by well-versed dogs that didn’t bark
refusing to pause for bird-like commas strewn on green grass
running sentences into each other without a clause!
I realised aubade is just the time to serenade a verse
when nouns and verbs in gentle breeze disperse
it assumes a life of its own refusing to fall in line for line
humming a tune I can’t call fully mine.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says:
So for this MTB: Critique and Craft prompt, there are two writing choices:
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