Moon
gently
shines as the
river flows free
And I hold my breath
as the sunshine of stars
morphs into the Heaven's gate
The grass waves with the lake's slumber
as the leaves fall and drifts soft and slow
And I dream of the treasure trove of Spring
And so it starts, the swing of Lanterns
So smooth as the winds begin to howl
Spring will blossom on the morrow
Let the Fall spread in silence
And the night covers all
I need the refuge
that silent hush
the cool night,
feathers
drift
Heads feeling better now! After having a lovely talk with Robin about HP and experimenting with different poem styles, I decided to do something new! This form of poetry is called an 'Etheree', 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. I remember doing these as a warm-up in uni. What I did here was a Double Etheree, so it goes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 syllable-wise!
I've got more poems on the way so thank you everyone!
109 followers. Man, my love for you and HP grows!
Seriously, you guys are fricking amazing!
Thank you ever so! ^-^
Hope you like it!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
