Like lead: still burdened by the winter’s seal
come break it, have the yoke of onus banned
With sun’s delight, we say farewell to night
a blowing wind, to lift this pregnant veil
and wake from sleep: the verdant vale;
let purple hedgerows scent the dawn; enlighten night;
as we are setting sail, for sea to smash the seal
of sullen snowdrift, melt the ice, and let the band
of golden gulls and daffodils; unbanned.
and doom the hail, the gale, and like the seal
who dances with the waves — unveiled
we meadow-barefoot challenge night,
and by the river meet the spring, a knight
his cyclops-eye, a Midas’ lamp above, unveils
a sky of indigo and shells — conducts the band
of diamond daggers, slash-destroy the winter’s seal.
Perfume me in your vale, untethered lift the broken seal
as netherworld of night by songs are shunned and banned.
Today I present my Quartina at toads, it’s a form I have invented myself and it is a downscaled sestina, making it a little bit easier to cope with. Having listened the whole day to Poetry by Tomas Tranströmer who died earlier this week, some of his metaphors might have inspired me. I will also link this to PU tomorrow morning.