Green shoes, red dress, an eagle smiles,
below, garden pools melt the sun,
water glints on wet chessboard tiles,
green shoes, red dress, an eagle smiles,
patchwork suburbs, car park aisles,
a thin man eats a currant bun,
green shoes, red dress, an eagle smiles,
below, garden pools melt the sun.
Triolet
Towards a Waterfall
Sitting on a soft river bank
waiting for some inspiration,
mosquitoes in the shadows dank
sitting on a soft river bank.
Thoughts gently flow into a blank,
a period of gestation,
sitting on a soft river bank
waiting for some inspiration.
Tiger Lily
Harmony
Wet Twilight
Portents of prophecies from aeons past
Indigo lights up as the sun sets low
Hedgerows quiver as long shadows recast
Portents of prophecies from aeons past
As golden light fades it’s time to hold fast
To fond promises made a long time ago
Portents of prophecies from aeons past
Indigo lights up as the sun sets low
Late Summer
Late summer sun gilding flowering herbs
A butterfly drinks while a spider weaves
A soft haze settles over the suburbs
Late summer sun gilding flowering herbs
A morning coolness where nothing disturbs
Bunches of lavender under the eaves
Late summer sun gilding flowering herbs
A butterfly drinks while a spider weaves
Volcano
Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Over a volcano crackles lightning
Increasing repression sows a seed
Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Gunmen with rubber bullets intercede
The tyrants’ fists of fear are tightening
Too long dictators let the masses bleed
Over a volcano crackles lightning
Flame
A violet flame burning in my blood
Spinning through the atoms of my body
Golden heart hides in lotus lily bud
A violet flame burning in my blood
Catching my dark lies in a flowing flood
Molecules sing an unsung melody
A violet flame burning in my blood
Spinning through the atoms of my body
This is an experimental symbolist triolet for One Shot Wednesday
Enchanted
A meandering river swiftly flows
Beneath a medieval city keep
A chivalrous youth sits in sweet repose
A meandering river swiftly flows
In his hand a summer briar rose
Enchanted by the sun all creatures sleep
A meandering river swiftly flows
Beneath a medieval city keep
Crows Call
By an old church stands a stone wall
Clouds drift with a deceptive speed
On a tree stump she sat in thrall
By an old church stands a stone wall
On the wind she hears crows call
Looking for another place to feed
By an old church stands a stone wall
Clouds drift with a deceptive speed