By Luna’s light, her scars become memoirs
freezing frames, she cautiously thaws moments
passion longs to peek between the lines
At dawn she stirs stories in the sunrise
it’s where words morph in shades of marigold
blossoming against the blue of broody skies
For dVerse Poets Pub, MTB (Meeting the Bar).
Laura is our host and has challenged us to an interesting form to play with in which we must choose a line from given poems and “write a stanza(s) taking each word as the start of each successive line i.e. the first word begins the first line, the second begins the second and so on“. I chose the line “by freezing passion at its blossoming” from the Neil Carpathios’ poem, “The Kiss”.
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I really like what you did here… the two stanzas of the night and the dawn contrast against each other… especially this:
At dawn she stirs stories in the sunrise
how beautifully you wove that line Mish – vividly colourful especially
“here words morph in shades of marigold”
Beautiful, Mish! Wonderful alliterations and I loved, “freezing frames, she cautiously thaws moments”.
I love the movement here, from the terrors of the night to something gentler. So many lovely lines, packed into such a small space. I chose these lines, too, and took them somewhere completely different – I love how these prompts do that.
Written so clearly and with such fragile beauty.
Flowers work magic in erasing a fault or two.
For sure I would be peeking between the lines.
A fun read, thank you.
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Ah the colours and mood pain a lovely poem
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
This is wonderful Mish… 🙂 👍🏼✌🏼
beautiful
Thank you, rog. I’m unable to comment your blog, not sure why, but here it my comment for yours….
-Weak wills can change everything. Nice use of the line, bringing a story I’m sure many can relate to.
♥️🤘cheers
That second stanza blossoms in colour!
Beautifully done, Mish! I enjoyed the alliterative lines, especially: ‘passion longs to peek between the lines’, and I love the shift from night to dawn – you’ve captured dawn in the second stanza where ‘words morph in shades of marigold / blossoming against the blue of broody skies’.
I love this
‘it’s where words morph in shades of marigold
blossoming against the blue of broody skies’
Delightful Mish ☺️💕
Stunning! Love every word of this, especially the musicality of the second stanza.
At dawn she stirs stories in the sunrise – Sigh, I am so enraptured with this image!
Really like this, the scars, the stories when dawn breaks, lovely poetry, full of mystery.
Broody skies are not always easy to shed. those that can start each the day anew are blessed