Spring Skeltonic

There’s blossom on the trees
and the urgent hum of bees
drifts on a gentle breeze
that’s tickling my knees.
The blackbird stopped his song,
he thinks he got it wrong;
he’s been silent for so long
his voice is not so strong.
But as the blossoms fall
and bees begin to crawl,
the blackbird on the wall
delights us with his call.

Kim M. Russell 16th April 2021

black bird on brown tree branch during daytime

Image by Marco Midmore on Unsplash

My response to NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen

The challenge for April 16th is to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse, a form that lends itself particularly well to poems for children, satirical verse, and just plain nonsense.  In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound.

21 thoughts on “Spring Skeltonic”

  9. Our blackbirds do more clucking and growling than they do singing. And I do not know their song.
    Not a supper happy picture here, but I do like see them bathing in our little fountain going from the hot tub to the pool. Then they give a slight body shake and another longer one with their tails sitting on the backyard fence.
    ..

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    1. After reading your response, Jim, I would love a bird bath for our garden. The only problem with that would be our cats. Something to think about. 😉

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