Magpie Tales hosts a weekly writing prompt, the challenge is
to write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration.
to write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration.
R E V E R I E
Beneath the fluttering wings
of this red gold leaf blown afternoon
lie the soft white feathers of memory
drifting down on the breeze like seeds
looking for fertile ground to take root
and they find it in my willing earth
and all at once it is another time
and that eager upturned face
and those sparkling eyes
belong once again to me
and I am back home
and you are there
. . . . .
Beneath the fluttering wings
of this red gold leaf blown afternoon
lie the soft white feathers of memory
drifting down on the breeze like seeds
looking for fertile ground to take root
and they find it in my willing earth
and all at once it is another time
and that eager upturned face
and those sparkling eyes
belong once again to me
and I am back home
and you are there
. . . . .
39 comments:
I loved reading the Magpies here so far. Do you miss the summer, I wonder? I long for it as much as anyone would, really. I loved yours too!
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Beautiful Susannah !
Susannah, I really enjoyed this poem and your arrangement of it. Autumn seems to bring out the warmth in writers, don't you think?
I love how you rejoice autumn as a return to earth, a new start. Beautiful
A lovely lyrical poem with so much feeling. And I love its shape on the page, too. Does this type of 'shapely' poem have a name?
I really liked the visual impact of this. Great job!
perfection
Like the way it accelerates as you read.
Wonderful magpie... I could feel the warmth of the colors... calling one to root again to the earth and to each other.
Lovely.
As always your poem is beautiful...
".. red gold leaf blown afternoon.."
this creates the perfect setting without any telling the season.
like a mutilated leaf
Just beautiful, I absolutely loved it!! :o)
Mary, I agree, Ithink the colours of Autumn are such an inspiration, there is wonder every where you look at this time of year.
Rinkly Rimes, apparently the name for shaped poems are calligrams, I didn't know this until someone mentioned it in the comments section of one of my other poems recently.
Most calligrams are in the shape of the thing they are describing, such as a leaf etc.
Mine are usually just a pleasing shape on the page, I don't start out to make them shaped but when I notice they are, I sometimes tweak a little, this one really needs something else in the first line to complete the shape but I had to try not to get obsessive and to just live with it. lol
Thanks everyone for the great comments.
Susannah :-)
Loved both the shape and the substance of your reverie.
"Soft white feathers of memory" is just too-too lovely!
A lovely shape for an accomplished poem.
Rinkly-Rimes . . . shaped poems are sometimes referred to a "concrete" poems . . . but that seems an unkind epithet to apply to the delicate writing here.
Lovely reverie - a movement in time.
A Paradise of Spring
Your elegant urn holds your words gracesfully.
love the building rhythm of the words and then the climax. also the shape of the poem on the page. beautiful.
oh susannah you have outdone yourself with this one
gorgeous!
You brought warmth and feeling of hopefulness to me with this piece...thank you.
I luv this memory - bittersweet.
Wonderfully descriptive - your word choices are superb!
Very nicely written and arranged :) a beautiul ode to autumn!
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Plain beauty... Your words were so apt for the thoughts... Very Beautiful mag Susannah, loved it
Oh, I love the shape & feel of this poem, I could kiss it, eat it up! Excellent Magpie!!
your poem shape looks like a vase,
lovely word play.
beautiful sentiments well captured here,
Susannah this is delightful, everything about it...is truly beautiful! :-)
Susannah, there is little I can say that hasn't been said. I love the arrangement and the way you have expressed autumn. Autumn seems to bring out the best in poets.
really i love the feel of this piece...returning home does that to me. smiles. nice magpie....
I like your reverie, the form, the wings and feathers, memory falling in, and especially, I love the ending, such a warm feeling this memory leaves behind. Beautifully written.
how wonderful the words float - just like autumn leaves..this red gold leaf blown afternoon..wow!
The rhythm of this poem actually falls like a maple leaf. I don't know if you intended that but it gently descends. Very, very nice.
I like the comparison of memories to soft white feathers.. that was just beautiful! :)
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Sweet! This reads like a dream.
A lovely shape for a beautiful poem, great read Susannah...
A fantastic tribute to Autumn.....and now I know a new word...calligram!
your words are almost formed into the shape of a leaf...nicely said.
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