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
Bella, bella!! I love this! At heart, I'm an old-style poet, and nothing pleases me more than a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
ReplyDeleteReally, really nice, Dana.
Glad to be back reading my favorite blogs. You've done some really nice posts.
ReplyDeleteexcellent
ReplyDeleteMy! My! I am so impressed with your sonnet. I can't for the life of me seem to be able to compose one.
ReplyDeleteYou go girl....you're a poet!
ReplyDeleteI keep tossing this idea around in my head. From time to time a poem will wander out of my head... I may just have to snag one for this one day!
Blessings
R
Bloody Hell! I hate sonnets and now another one bowls me over! Must all my prejudices be dismantled?
ReplyDelete'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'
How lovely is that?
Your best so far by the way!
ReplyDeleteOh this wouldn't be out of place in a book of love poems. Beautiful flow, perfect rhythm and rhyme, a logical progression of thought and most importantly, true emotion. Fantastico.
ReplyDeleteShe says she doesn't "do" sonnets *rolls eyes*. Made me swoon a little.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant, brilliant, and just in case you missed it, brilliant. Loved it Bug!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, another Sonneteer! This is just lovely, Dana! The fluidity of your words lift me to a mystical place between dreams and mindful action, between standing firmly on the good earth and gazing at the moon.
ReplyDeleteI love sonnets! :)
ReplyDeleteI am also enamoured with sonnets. Lovely. Especially the last couplet.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely, Bug.
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