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 |  Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
| Bridge Indeed, I’ll throw a span or two across the gap and stream below, and offer my support to you, but in the north the blizzard blows. Remember that the weather rules and snow can build to mighty weight, the wind and rain can be so cruel, till straining timbers meet their fate. If you’d wish me disaster proof and safe for all who would use me, then build me shelter and a roof, a bridge to warmer climes I’ll be. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab, 8 syllables per line For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 31 2024 Prompt: Illustration of a covered wooden bridge. |
| Allesley Churchyard I’m on the outside looking in, my feet in the street, traffic at my back, all noise and motion, but my eyes on the scene through gateway arch to the churchyard and peace shaded by the yew trees in dark seclusion, heads together, they whisper of their roots buried deep beneath the soil with the sleepers at their rest, in a different country now, their stone testaments fading with the years, and I, contemplating mortality. Line count: 18 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 30 Prompt: Gateway. |
| Lost Oh, bright the sparkling light of that first dawn when we, the babe, do greet our wak’ning morn with lusty cries, indignant, angry fists, and bleary eyes clamped tight against the mists. Our solace then our mother’s warming breast, so beats the heart from chest to tiny chest till mild and gentle sleep the sobs doth soothe, our anger stilled in consolation smooth. How soon those birthing moments lost to time do fade beneath life’s mesmerising rhyme our former home of comfort tightly wound forgotten now behind the daily round. Line count: 12 Form: Sonnet, iambic pentameter, rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 2024 Prompt: Lost. |
| Of Hoists and Petards Ed was a trendy young bloke who gloried in being so woke he argued all night ‘gainst everything right and now he’s the butt of this joke. Line count: 5 Form: Limerick (rhymed AABBA, anapestic metre) For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 28 2024 Prompt: Write a limerick. |
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