Iron Poet, Round XII.

[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

[libgirl]

Star, drink, subtle (if that's too hard random replacement word is: water)

Everything else--Poet's choice.

Wine, and Warnings.

[cadhla]

The taste of stars is subtle;
Not as sweet as winter wind,
Nor as tart as moonbeams scooped
From the storm-swept waves
Of bright and distant seas.
Best be careful when you catch them.
Brew them long and brew them well.

When the time has come to drink,
Blend the wine of stars with water;
To drink it straight would be to say
That nothing of this world may matter,
That you'd leave your life behind.

Do not be worried if you sip
And start to weep;
Human hearts must always break a bit
When tasting
Such a dream.

Re: Wine, and Warnings.

[vixyish]

<3

Re: Wine, and Warnings.

[cadhla]

<3 you, too, darlin'.

Re: Wine, and Warnings.

[libgirl]

This is lovely, thank you so much. :D

You always do the most beautiful things with these.