when midnight strikes, i'm a thief
swallowing pale moon
penning words, as wintered trees
reveal bones - hush - soon.
sunshine lingers, love
etches a spell, rush of gold
i await - spring's dove
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form: Sequidilla. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visit.
Seguidilla has seven syllable-counted lines (7,5,7,5:5,7,5), and rhymes the second and fourth, and the fifth and seventh lines (x,A,x,A,B,x,B)
I think we are soon there, from the bones and pale moon to the wonder of spring.
ReplyDeleteI love your little ‘rush of sunshine’ sequidilla, Grace, especially the image of a midnight thief swallowing the moon! It’s a relief to know that sunshine is lingering. We had a very brief glimpse of it today.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Grace!💝 I so adore the image of "rush of gold," when the sun comes out it does feel like that.
ReplyDeleteA poem of spring anticipation - 'rush of gold' is perfect as it feels like it has been cold for far too long. Thank you for introducing me to a new form!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Swallowing the moon like a pill and writing in the company of skeletal trees, then the hint of the volta to come.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSeguillalicious, Grace! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteI especially like the revealed bones and a spell etched.
Your words are all so evocative! Enjoyed this! 💖
ReplyDeleteSo pretty Grace! I loved the imagery here
ReplyDeletepenning words, as wintered trees
reveal bones - hush - soon.
☺️
Grace,
ReplyDeleteThe way you wrote "hush - soon" really thrilled me. I imagined a mother soothing her child, except the reference to bones made it eerie. This was delightful.
Yours,
David
I love swallowing the moon. This is fanciful!
ReplyDeleteBreathless anticipation in this--really beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteQuite the challenge, Ms. Grace!
ReplyDeleteOne of the most lovely 'coming of spring' poems ever ......
an eloquent salute to an emerging spring
ReplyDeleteA pause before Spring. Lovely, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThe coming of spring--wonderful. I particularly like the opening lines.
ReplyDeleteLovely Grace and with that bounce of Spring and the theif of the pale moon penning words. Lets hope we will all get that uplift soon. A bit grey here still in the UK.
ReplyDeleteA great poem Grace! Your images are wonderful. Nature is the best painter of all. No brush needed.
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