I've been fiddling with the sestina as of late and having difficulty, so I thought a three word prompt might inspire me a bit. Since I'm still thinking fall, here are the three words I have been working with.
- gate
- leaf
- moon
Your challenge this week is to use these three words in a poem. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results later this week.
welcome
ReplyDeleteby steven withrow
unlatch
the moon's
orange
gate
walk in
autumn
as a
leaf
Early Snow
ReplyDeleteOctober should be
the gate into winter,
not winter itself.
So why are the bright leaves
dimmed with snow,
under the careless eye
of an autumn moon?
©Jane Yolen all rights reserved
WITNESS TO WINTER
ReplyDeleteOnly the moon remains neutral,
simply a witness to all the seasonal
goings-on. She does not blink
when the last leaf falls opening
the gate through which winter
scrambles in. She remains silent
since those on earth rely on her
impartiality, but once behind the clouds
she chuckles with delight. The silver
glow betrays her, but not before she
purses her lips to blow the clouds away.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
November arrives
ReplyDeletered night leaf
gallops through the gate
sidesaddle moon on his back
Heidi Mordhorst 2011
all rights reserved
November 1
ReplyDeleteA slashing storm this morning—
the leaves are all scattered
around the gate like fallen stars.
Now the white leaves of snowflakes
blow across the yard, and a stag
fades away through the trees,
his body a trunk and his antlers
brown branches. Only the moon
is left, her face pale with cold.
--Kate Coombs 2011, all rights reserved
Hi Tricia--These are all gorgeous! Heidi, I especially love yours with that sidesaddle moon.
ReplyDeleteHere's my haiku.
November’s night regatta--
Leaves billowing, floating on wind
with white moonlight sails
--Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Fun to be back for a poetry stretch--yay!
BTW, my blog has moved to http://laurasalas.wordpress.com/ If you're inclined to keep that sidebar link, which is lovely, could you update the link when you have a chance--thanks!
Thanks for sharing. How others personify the moon is interesting.
ReplyDeleteI was staring through Windows
gateways leading me to
Kid Rock
a Nissan Leaf
and Amazon’s Cloud
when it dawned on me there might be nothing
which we cannot destroy from reality
and transform into symbols.
For over a decade now I have been
insulated by an artificial light,
the moon reduced to an icon on the Weather Channel,
not the celestial object I used to lie under
in the cool grass of a summer’s night
and stare at in wonder.
Where have you gone, George Bailey,
standing outside the little white gate
next to the leafy hydrangeas,
promising Mary you would lasso the moon?
Mr. Moon
ReplyDeleteMr. Moon
in purple sky,
see your moonlight
riding high.
slipping under
clouds of snow,
feel your magic
in my toes.
can you see
my starry face,
as you glide by
leaf and gate?
did you know
I’m hiding, too,
catching moonbeams
just like you?
@jg Krantz 2011, all rights reserved
OK, seriously. You know how you go to buy a bottle of Coke, and then there are 200 varieties, and your one requirement is that it be Caffeine-Free, but then you get so caught up in the varieties that you unpack your bag at home and discover that you bought Black Cherry, Diet, Low-Carbonated Coke with extra caffeine? Well, that's me. My first version of a poem did have all three words. But, ah...the one I posted above is missing gate. And the first one was too cliched. So (ducking my head in shame), never mind:>)
ReplyDeleteLaura--Play the haiku card! You started off with all three words, after all. Nice poem! (And I like your Coke analogy, too.)
ReplyDeleteBURNT SIENNA LEAF
ReplyDeleteburnt sienna leaf
scurries against frosted gate
camps under full moon.
(c) Charles Waters 2011 all rights reserved