dversepoets.com The rhyme form this week is Ottava Rima, of Italian form used by many poets, including Yeats. It is supposed to be iambic pentameter.
The Cedar Waxwing blurts his song of love,
kismet resonates in my tight heartstrings.
He sweeps near to me fluttering above,
lands in deep blue-green foliage, folds his wings.
His bride-to-be dips and dives, clings to a yellow foxglove.
Head turned, she listens as he tweets and sings.
She lights on the same branch, cuddles closer.
He prays she'll accept his erstwhile proposal.
She lights on the same branch, cuddles closer.
ReplyDeleteHe prays she'll accept his erstwhile proposal.
A courtship (the chasing) is more fun than the end result (the tying of knots). Very true Kathy!
Hank
Nice description of the courtship of the Cedar Waxwing and a lovely photo to illustrate it. The fifth line seemed a little long, but it doesn't matter. The entire poem is what counts. Thanks for linking this, Kathy!
ReplyDeleteI would love to have some waxwings close - the courtship sounds wonderful. Here it's the sound of blackbirds.,.
ReplyDeleteAH, romance in the foxglove, so to speak! Great write.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is gorgeous and delightful.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteJoyful! A fun read.
ReplyDeleteI would love to witness what you have witnessed. SO precious. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda