It’s four o’clock and it’s still dark outside,
but blackbird chorus glimmers gently through
the curtains gap. The window’s open wide
and I can smell the chlorophyll, the dew,
the dreamlike whiff of rain-soaked earth, and you
asleep beside me, unaware of dawn:
late risers hold morn’s moody light in scorn.
Kim M. Russell, 9th April 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: The Perfect Seven Lines
Frank is our host for this week’s Meeting the Bar, and the challenge is to write a poem with seven lines.
Frank says that for some people, the number 7 suggests perfection, something positive to think of in the middle of the current uncertainty. The motivation for this prompt came from reading revivedwriter’s recent poem ‘Artists’ , a Chaucerian stanza about using art as comfort to others.
Frank says that we can write a Chaucerian stanza, a seven-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of ABABBCC, but any seven-line poem will do.