Iron Poet, Round XI.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

Comments

[mokatiki]

Soar
Dance
Persephone or Slip

I'd like it rythmic, if possible

The Way Home.

[cadhla]

Let the autumn winds dance through the rafters,
Let the holly grow red as desire.
Let the bards sing their 'happily afters'
To the children who sit by the fire.

Let the gray geese soar west with the summer,
Let the frost settle over the loam.
For the piper has gone to the drummer,
And Persephone's on the way home.

Let the story keep close to its pattern,
Let the knots be tied tight as they may.
Let her never be called 'whore' or 'slattern'
For the patterns she chose to obey.

Let the ghosts slip inside to attend her,
Let her gown be as white as the foam.
Let the legends remain to defend her,
For Persephone's on the way home.

Re: The Way Home.

[archangelbeth]

Your poems make me go "oh" so much.
I love on the way home. It implies there's some quiet form of contentment there.

Re: The Way Home.

[mokatiki]

Wow, this is lovley!
Thank you so much, a wonderful gift on a gray day.

Re: The Way Home.

[kyrielle]

Oh my. Lovely, lovely.