is a halved peach,
swelling of sugar, red
on your tongue, rain
We keep watch of summer fireflies
Flitting of orange red
Dazzling of lights, a symphony
Cloaking night with silk threads
Let's stay
under the stolen sky
twining
As two seed pods, marking
Time a bandit, for come sunrise
All too soon, we're parting
The above poem follows Robert Herrick's stanza form:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
x d
x x x x x d
x c
x x x x x e
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x e
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smiles...i like summer as a peach...
ReplyDeleteand def hiding under those stolen skies...
the last couple lines feel a bit of a rush to wrap up the story, probably due to the constraints of the form.
happy sunday.
Aw. I like this summer under the skies. Too bad there will be parting at sunrise. Lovely writing Grace. I admire your use of form. I'm a coward, have been too afraid to fail at any form.
ReplyDeleteParted can lead to much or not enough, great job with the form
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Grace. I love the stolen sky!
ReplyDeleteYou managed the form beautifully..."twining As two seed pods, marking Time a bandit" Love it!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously sweet and tempting...time is a bandit--gotta steal those moments while you can...smiles...
ReplyDeleteBrings back memories, Grace. Especially the parting at sunrise.
ReplyDeleteYou did great with Herrick's stanza form. It was a fun write, huh?
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'Time a bandit'..how true...to be under the stolen sky is the best option...beautifully done...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous and rich with colorful details- like the romance of a sunset!
ReplyDeleteA very sensual poem, Grace. You have captured that summer moment beautifully!
ReplyDeleteA feel of the forbidden about this one with lush imagery and sensual flow.Thank you for setting out.another new form. The last one I learnt from you was the Rictameter.I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteTime is a bandit that is so true Grace a lovely summer poem.
ReplyDeleteI love both these. Beautiful as always, and the Herrick stanza is an interesting form well handled.
ReplyDeleteI love the lovely scene you sketched with your words, Grace. Summer is way too short.
ReplyDeleteYou never cease to amaze me with how well you convey love. Time really is a bandit sometimes. As always, thank you and have a fantastic week, my friend!
ReplyDeleteAh, what a lovely poem! So romantic and it flows effortlessly through the form.
ReplyDeleteI'm agree - time is a bandit....All good - always too soon...ah...~ Nice, dreamy image...
ReplyDeleteA stolen sky.. yes sometimes that is what we need .. that sky can be the only friend for lovers.
ReplyDeleteNice new form. It has a brevity that somehow appears full. Great write Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
LOVE peach halves and sundowns, fireflies, drizzle, dazzle, symphonic sound and the cloaking that allows kisses to be deeper! A winner.
ReplyDeleteWow...Grace you've worked magic with this form...so smooth, love those, "stolen skies!" Happy week to you as well!
ReplyDeleteSounds pretty great and wonderful job with the form. k.
ReplyDeleteI love this form and what you did with it here--just magical
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