We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

14.11.26

Dreary

For Andrew


The magpies are quiet today,

all day, those glorious warblers.

Are their voices or their spirits 

dampened by close looming rain clouds?


All day, those glorious warblers

remain silent. Have they left us?

Or simply gone into hiding?

I miss their jaunty strutting! And …


Are their voices or their spirits

responding to the weather change?

Meanwhile my breasts yearn for your hand.

(Your voice stopped in a past Springtime.)


Dampened by close looming rain clouds,

my spirit reaches for you, for

your body with mine, for music

we made together once. But …




Trying the Retourne form for dVerse MTB: Returning to Fours



Form:

  • 16 lines made up of 4 quatrains
  • 8 syllables per line
  • a tumbling refrain using the last 3 lines of the first stanza thus:
    xABC Bxxx Cxxx Dxxx
  • unrhymed (for this prompt, although can be rhymed)

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