Hi Lori & all,
I would like to nom Dan Culleton's poem,
WINTER for this month's IBPC.
I'm impressed by his lovely inner rhymes, striking alliterations and altogether excellent use of vocabulary.
I think his poem contains beauty, mystery and some dark thoughts, all deftly intermingled.
Cheers, Syl***
WINTER by Daniel CulletonOn this settled grove, these rows of trees,
The light bright of the morning shows
To each here present now unquestionably
The fellow presence of each shuddering bough.
On this settled evening too,
Winter devises cruel clarity of sight.
False Spring this week had, demonic, doomed,
Scattered stark children among the starlings.
Shadow of child and bird soared
Until night froze them in a dream.
Always the year returns us without fail
To this ancient darkness and this cold:
Bare branches across a black sky,
Each branch hung with distant stars.