The Poetry Bus Gets Fleeced!

TFE is driving the bus! He gave us some really intriguing pictures, with the stipulation that our poem had to be 14 lines long, and I thought I was writing a poem for the second picture. But when I came up for air my effort had nothing whatsoever to do with a couple of boys, a donkey and a dog. So I decided that it matched, vaguely, the prompt regarding the Van Morrison song. Here are our instructions:

“Plan B, Van Morrison has a song, 'You Don't Pull No Punches But You Don't Push The River' [go here to hear the song – it’s worth your while in my opinion]. In it he mentions 'The Veedon Fleece' I don't know what the feck that might be so write about whatever the Veedon Fleece may be to you and then whittle it down to FOURTEEN lines”

Like TFE I mostly prefer free verse for my own poetry, but I couldn’t resist the pull of the sonnet given the 14 line restriction. So, here you go, my take on the Veedon Fleece (which apparently was someone’s name, but I’m ignoring this & believing that it’s about finding something you’re searching for). After you read mine then go check out the other offerings here.

The Veedon Fleece

I want to help you drive the day away

To sink into your lonely shepherd’s mind

And find that corner tucked behind the gray

Where what I am, and what you are, unwind

The sheep are safe, locked in behind the gate

And I am here to draw you to the moon

Its waning light is bright enough to skate

Through fields and fens to find our midnight boon

Just wait my love until I loose your soul

It waits right there to be set free, unchained

It wings away just like a thought made whole

Unfettered by the care of this day’s pain

I watch the moon until it fills the sky

We watch the moon together, you and I