Hawthorn blossoms in a crashing wave,
splashing over verges and hedges,
scenting the village with its pungent aftershave.
Splashing over verges and hedges,
spring rain drips between the flowers,
washes dust and rubbish from the edges.
Spring rain drips between the flowers,
distilling a heady vernal love potion,
intoxicating twilight hours.
Distilling a heady vernal love potion,
spring makes its way through hedge and bough,
filling every river, lake and ocean.
Spring makes its way through hedge and bough;
pointillistic colour is an artist’s dream
to which the village awakens now.
The artist’s dream cannot be saved;
it’s devastated by a heavy downpour
of hawthorn blossoms in a crashing wave,
scenting the village with its pungent aftershave.
Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2021
Image by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash
A new poem in a new form for earthweal open link weekend
Ingrid introduced me to a new form she has fused from the Pantoum and Villanelle, which she has called the Pantanelle. It consists of 19 lines: 5 tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the first stanza should be the final couplet of the poem. The middle line of the first stanza becomes the first line of the second stanza, and this pattern continues until the final quatrain. The rhyming scheme is ABA BCB CDC EFE FGF AGAA.
writing in north norfolk 
Awash with exuberance and beauty. Love the repetitions in the form.
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Thank you, Lindi.
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Isn’t it just gorgeous!
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It is. I’m feeling sad this morning at the sight of our cherry tree shedding its blossom already. It’s so cold and the petals look like pink snow drifting past my window.
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Same with our apple trees, and I’ve hardly seen any bees.
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An intriguing form, the mix of pantoum (my fave form) and vilanelle. Very cool. I especially love the line about the hawthorne blossoms in a crashing wave.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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‘Tis the summit of heady, the drowning depth, to be harebrained from hawthorn! How wildly you write of its startle and drench. “Aftershave” slaps us so pointedly. Yum. – B
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Cheers Brendan!
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Interesting form, I may have to try it! My fav part
Spring rain drips between the flowers,
distilling a heady vernal love potion,
intoxicating twilight hours.
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Thank you, Truedessa. I think Ingrid has started something with the new form.
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