Grass Roots Open Writers


Poetry Form Kyrielle



KYRIELLE


I touch, I feel, your pain

Will you ever be right again?

Your suffering has become mine

Must I repeat the last line?


I’m trapped in a Kyrielle

When all I wanna be is well

Before this began, I was fine

Must I repeat this last line?


So, here's my last quatrain

Then from poetry, I'll refrain

These words are really mine

Must I repeat this last line?


(c) Robert Brandon

 



KYRIELLE (May)


Sitting in the open land
I feel quite bland
There is so much to take in
Now my past is in the bin


Where is the beautiful green
It is inside ready to be seen
It is an archival tin
Now my past is in the bin


Golden sand, bright and breezy
Grass close by, oh! what a tease
New life to broaden lightly in
Now my past is in the bin


The bin now closed, triumph kite
Flying through the light
Archives they train the new land
Now my past is in the bin


© 13.10.09 JOSIE LAWSON
All Rights Reserved



Autumn

(Kyrielle)


It's raining today

Cats and dogs, I should say

I could not get my washing dry

I like this autumn season


It's not the month for outdoor play

The children play indoors today

The playroom looks a pig-sty

I like this autumn season


The leaves are falling from the trees

It doesn't take much of a breeze

They don't stay in a heap as much as I try

I like this autumn season


(c) Maria Gethin

 


 

Winter's Bride

(Kyrielle)

Aborted marriage, flushed away
To chase the love that went astray
And all that's left from yesterday
Is her tarnished band of gold

She's not the first to feel like this
Betrayed by her own husband's kiss
A fractured heart, love's greatest risk
For her tarnished band of gold

Jagged dream shards pierce her sleep
Her loss is all she has to keep
When walked alone, the road is steep
With her tarnished band of gold

So love fell down before his pride
And hope drowned in the tears she cried
That was the fate of Winter's bride
And her tarnished band of gold

(c) Ashley Jordan

 


 

A Jolly in May


As the fledgling's cry o'er the wood

And colour bursts from every bud

I whoop and holler with delight

Lengthening day; shortened night.


Blossom of beauty steals my voice

In praise of wonder I rejoice

Nature revealing in my sight

Lengthening day; shortened night.


With a flush of pride, I admire

Meadows pour forth in fresh attire

The noon day sun, crawls to its height

Lengthening day; shortened night.


(c) Jan Hedger




The Lilac Tree

Purple beads on the lilac tree
Darkened by the early morning dew
Waiting for the sun to set them free
To burst into a brighter hue  

Inside the tree there hides a bird
Head bowed in prayer on private pew
Apart from rustling, nothing heard
To burst into a brighter hue  

The roots are pushing up the path
The paving slabs are all askew
I stroke the rough and mildewed bark
To burst into a brighter hue     

Fragrance sweet in the warming air
I'm filled with love and gratitude
A taste of heaven I can share
To burst into a brighter hue  

(c) Ashley Jordan



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