Dancing At Dawn
The slanting sunrise shows coal red stripes
only to eyes open at dawn.
Just so my soul glows under her stripes
drawn and redrawn, dancing at dawn
unseen in burnt sky's still empty room.
She spins under the foot of the spider;
dawn glows stippled, redrawn in that room
where the backslider's webbed by the spider.
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Sunday Mini-ChallengeKerry has us working with a very interesting stanza form of W. B. Yeats', which is based on alternating syllable counts and individual words repeated for the rhyme scheme. This one was especially fun for me, as I have an inner rule of never using the same word twice in a poem, and here I got to break it with full permission. thank you Kerry--I was amazed at how this limited-seeming form gave amazing scope
Image: Clouds, by Arkhip Kuindzhi
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