When life began its haunting dance Among a symphony of stars, There was no sun, nor was there day, No rivers, streams or reservoirs, Just one small drop of astral dew That twinkled in the morning sky, That dripped and fell and swelled and grew, Made planets gasp and comets sigh, The universe and heaven […]
Tag: Metre
Late Afternoon on a Norfolk Wherry
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meter-Made Mood–dVerse Meeting the Bar Victoria has challenged us to write a poem that illustrates how meter contributes to the mood of a poem. His face is traced and creased by Norfolk gales, His skin tanned Van Dyke brown as wherry sails, The wherryman sits on the tiller […]
writing in north norfolk 