Hush you, bell-voiced babe,
don’t cry tonight;
the tart-taste of the winter’s
dust-tongued gales
cannot claw
your tear-culled heart
from nightwish
of my scythe-eyed charm.
Hush you, silk-boughed girl
don’t cry tonight
but honeysuckle darkly
in the bedstead of my arms;
dream with me
to lark-high blackness
of a lidless sky
Hush you, lace-lost lady
don’t cry tonight
but butterfly with me,
get lost in Lethe with me
on pebbled streams,
were we are hushed
in unison
of moon-blown trance.
Sleep by Francisco Goya
Today Laura guest hosts at dVerse, and she introduces us to the techniques of Dylan Thomas, and lists a few compound words to employ in our poetry. I have used some and created a few of my own, as well as try to verb some nouns.
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April 16, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love your own inventions Bjorn as well as the verbing
” honeysuckle darkly
in the bedstead of my arms;”
Thank you… I find that verbing of nouns gets more interesting if you use fairly long and complicated nouns…
I love the line ‘tart-taste of winter’. It creates such a vivid moment in the poem.
I like the thought of being hushed by moon-blown trance.
You had me at /dream with me to lark-high blackness of a lidless sky/; damn fine word-smithing. This prompt is garnering really exciting pieces that echo Dylan Thomas, while reflecting ourselves as well; an excellent prompt.
Nice sounds in this. I like “bedstead of my arms,”
The “lace-lost lady” makes me think of Miss Havisham, who certainly would love to be “hushed
in unison
of moon-blown trance.” It does sound rather lovely.
As soon as I saw the title I started singing the Deep Purple song ‘Hush’ and now I’m playing it in the background as I type! This prompt has inspired such brilliant poems, Björn, and you’ve not only used the given Dylan Thomas compound words but also added some of your own wordsmithery.
I especially love ‘honeysuckle darkly in the bedstead of my arms’ and the ‘lark-high blackness of a lidless sky’.
so solicitous and sensual, those last 3 lines seal the deal. LOVE IT
Absolutely gorgeous!
Honeysuckle darkly – great verbing. This is like a jazz improvisation on a Thomas theme.
Each stanza is exquisitely painted. I specially love the verbing of:
but honeysuckle darkly
but butterfly with me
Your poem could hush the tears of all of us. You are superb in poetic romance.
Truly enjoyed this Bjorn. Dreams are endless in a lidless sky
dream with me
to lark-high blackness
of a lidless sky
Bjorn inspired by Dylan – does it get any better. So romantic.
I think a moon-blown trance would calm any soul.
you created your own verbings and hushing worked so well, painting a sensual lullaby.
i adore the different sounds of c’s in these lines:
cannot claw
your tear-culled heart
from nightwish
of my scythe-eyed charm.
Wow. Very nice. “Moon-blown trance”… you just described my natural state of being. 😊
I like the dreamy passage of time. (K)
This is gorgeous Bjorn! Richly lustful and lyrically lush – love the alliteration…!
I like the verb ‘honeysuckle’. Very inventive.
Just beautiful, and as beautiful as when I was here before.
‘Hush you, silk-boughed girl
don’t cry tonight
but honeysuckle darkly
in the bedstead of my arms;’
You do certainly have a way with words, Bjorn.
delightfully tender love poem … ah for the bedstead of your arms ❤
An alliterative, alluring lullaby! Sheer delight, Bjorn! 🙂