meet me here - where wild teasels grow
& common daisies preen, queen's glow
where wild flowers tarry & slow
blazing king's row, blazing king's row
you glide in, butterfly bright coat
i am bare as half moon, my throat
a bait & you took all - you stoat!
left me in moat, left me in moat
Butterfly at wild teasel
Grace@Everydayamazing
Posted for dVerse poets pub - Poetry Form, MonoTetra, which was developed by Michael Walker. Had a fun time writing this one. Thank you for your visits and comments.
This is exquisitely drawn, Grace! 💝💝 Such natural rhythm and flow in your stanzas. I especially admire the image of "butterfly bright coat."
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, colorful in poetic imagery; and the final few lines reveal a tragedy and devastation. Love this, Grace! <3
ReplyDeleteLove the description of the garden meeting place....and then to learn it's a butterfly! Excellent rhyming and rhythm too....went so well with the meaning/story of the poem I was not aware of the form. Enjoyed this very much!
ReplyDeleteI like your floral first stanza. Reminds me of Robin Goodfellow.
ReplyDeleteThis has the rhythm, flow and feeling of an old folklore song. Beautifully written! 🌼
ReplyDeleteSo lovely ... until the moat. I thought surely there must be a second meaning for moat, but alas I find none and our heroine is left in a moat?!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Thank you!
ReplyDelete"where wild flowers tarry."
ReplyDeleteAnticipation to devastation! Exquisitely penned!
ReplyDeleteove how the nature has been intertwined, our basis of life!
ReplyDeleteLove how the nature has been intertwined, our basis of life!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh this is lovely!
ReplyDeleteGrace, I think that's the first time I've seen teasel in a poem. I learned about them when I took a wool spinning class many moons ago. They used them to tease wool apart in the olden days. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteweaving a magic spell...
ReplyDeleteNature's beauty captured so wonderfully.
ReplyDeletethe first stanza silently screams of royalty - a clever nod to Monarch butterflies. and the tragedy in the last stanza is so tenderly presented. genius in few words, Grace.
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou took a difficult, constrained form, and made it sing. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSo colorful and melodious, especially for this type of form.
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