My Poem: ACD (Sussex): Meadow: Gen
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stonepicnicking_okapiTitle: Meadow
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) - Retirement/Sussex 'verse
Pairing: Holmes/Watson [but really there's nothing specific to them or fandom except the location]
Poetic Form: ruba'iyat
Lines: 32
Word Count: 239
Rating: Gen
For: GYWO Yahtzee - Poetry - Sevens
Picture Prompt:
grey cats’ paw clouds bedim bright Sussex skies
spring quietude on cottage airfoils flies
wild whipping wind caresses petaled head
sweet attar of storm wafts as trellis sighs
beekeeper seeks refuge in garden shed
unruly pearl-drop tears sob overhead
marooned, beekeeper waits the spring storm out
coarse sacks hang, seedlings lie in frames abed
wool-gathering’s cut short by rain cloud’s rout
shy glance expels postdiluvian doubt
bird song, frog song, bee song, a chorus hums
well-spring bliss scorns that which it cannot flout
spring sunshine sets to drying hives and drums
all thoughts of toil have flown, a new world thrums
doors, arms flung wide, beloveds reunite
depart large clouds, an urge to ramble comes
old boots step carefully, old hands clasp tight
two move as one where butterflies alight
wide overgrown path runs from door to gate
gold cockle shell sun soars high like bright box kite
crossing Eden, they chat of gross and great
air thickens with soft-boiled precipitate
the world’s scrubbed new and in its Sunday best
on reaching empire’s fringe, they hesitate
how full that pause replete with ripened zest
held gaze holds troves as rich as magpie’s nest
one grasps the gate, the other strides right through
as ever, two afoot, on whimsy's quest
spring pink and yellow streak horizon blue
sky spans lush parasols and soft-crushed dew
old fingers twine, old lips crease into smiles
and all is love, the meadow and the two
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) - Retirement/Sussex 'verse
Pairing: Holmes/Watson [but really there's nothing specific to them or fandom except the location]
Poetic Form: ruba'iyat
Lines: 32
Word Count: 239
Rating: Gen
For: GYWO Yahtzee - Poetry - Sevens
Picture Prompt:
grey cats’ paw clouds bedim bright Sussex skies
spring quietude on cottage airfoils flies
wild whipping wind caresses petaled head
sweet attar of storm wafts as trellis sighs
beekeeper seeks refuge in garden shed
unruly pearl-drop tears sob overhead
marooned, beekeeper waits the spring storm out
coarse sacks hang, seedlings lie in frames abed
wool-gathering’s cut short by rain cloud’s rout
shy glance expels postdiluvian doubt
bird song, frog song, bee song, a chorus hums
well-spring bliss scorns that which it cannot flout
spring sunshine sets to drying hives and drums
all thoughts of toil have flown, a new world thrums
doors, arms flung wide, beloveds reunite
depart large clouds, an urge to ramble comes
old boots step carefully, old hands clasp tight
two move as one where butterflies alight
wide overgrown path runs from door to gate
gold cockle shell sun soars high like bright box kite
crossing Eden, they chat of gross and great
air thickens with soft-boiled precipitate
the world’s scrubbed new and in its Sunday best
on reaching empire’s fringe, they hesitate
how full that pause replete with ripened zest
held gaze holds troves as rich as magpie’s nest
one grasps the gate, the other strides right through
as ever, two afoot, on whimsy's quest
spring pink and yellow streak horizon blue
sky spans lush parasols and soft-crushed dew
old fingers twine, old lips crease into smiles
and all is love, the meadow and the two
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