Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 37

The Last Holiday

A Georgian house Ivy clad

No haunted corners places of dread

Labyrinthine with added wings

Bright lofty rooms added zing

A chance to explore new places

Share some love, cement relations 

This holiday the first in years

A time for smiles not for tears

A Georgian house ivy clad

Haunted corners make people sad

Labyrinthine with added wings

Places  people get lost, find fears that sting

Mother leaves us but returns

Distraught, crying, in disarray

Her locket clasped tight in her hand 

Her lifeboat in this shenanigan

Lost and frightened she clung tight

To the memories in her locket bright.

Ups and Downs

What is it with life

 it has ups and downs

Pleasure and pain

 Joy and heartbreak

do the rounds

Would that our lives

 could, just be pleasure

No pain or woe 

for us to measure.

Why is it, things

 go so wrong?

Bad things happen 

not like in songs

How do I deal 

with the days

 that are black

When the roof 

caves in

The cheque

bounces back

I have to dig

in deep

To my reserves 

my internal resevoir. 

What is it with life

 it has ups and downs

Pleasure and pain

 joy and heartbreak

do the rounds.

Rolling Wave

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My friend

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African moment

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Sharing Time with you

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Guardian of the moon

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My retreat

The hideaway down the hill. – my retreat

So hard to beat the views spill

Sky and sea, night and day thrill

The moon in all her glory stuns – brilliant bright

Glowing light, magic truth runs

My writers muse, wildly comes

This the land of fairytale – a world fey

Fairies play, see in the dale

Moonbeams spotlight all detail

Or if in prosaic mood see – just beauty

So spooky, breath- taking free

Creativity the key.

ENGLYN PENFYR

Let’s kick things off with something new for most of you, I’m sure. This is one of the least well-known poetry forms–an old Welsh form called the ENGLYN PENFYR. It is syllabic and rhymed in nature, as opposed to metered, but the use of internal crossover rhymes lends it a very rhythmic quality.

The poem is comprised of three line stanzas, and each line has a rhyming word in the seventh position. A three syllable caesura is added to line #1, which cross-rhymes with the first three syllables of line #2.

This short form appears simple, but can be quite challenging to craft cleanly, making it all the more pleasing when it finally fits together.

Lonely in the night.

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Butterfly or Moth updated

Butterfly or Moth,

Beautiful markings plight it’s troth,

The one gets applauded, the other disdained,

Yet each is beautiful, if we view unrestrained,

The day and the night,

Each has a part, if we use our foresight,

Butterfly or Moth, just look and see,

A beautiful creature born to be free.

Butterfly or Moth,

Which do you see?

When you look at people,

When you look at me,

Are your judgements valid,

More than skin deep?

Do you look, beneath the surface,

Your judgement to meet.

Butterfly or Moth,

Beautiful markings plight it’s troth,

The one gets applauded the other disdained,

Yet each is beautiful, if we view unrestrained.

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