No altar, no rose-scented petalled bed,
no morning suit-grey waiting to be wed.
No priest, no vows, save those we’ve mined and spun;
soft Clogau truths exchanged by candlelight.
This stolen time, as we outrun the sun,
permits us to perform this ancient rite.
A simple room, this bless’ed bridal suite,
commune, cocoon, until the morning light.
White wedding gown, a simple cotton sheet,
sweet affirmations, raptured we unite.
Our altar, this sex-scented metal bed,
we sing our Hallelujahs and are wed.
~ Clogau gold (pronounced Clog – I) is rare Welsh Gold from the Clogau gold mine in the mountains of Snowdonia.
deep indigo timbre
trembles in my ear
leaves a subtle mark
here, and here
somehow you know
what it is I need to hear
part your lips and scatter
sacred letters in my hair
No signs of Christmas here today;
no gifts, no feasts ‘mid festive trees,
just holly bushes born of wreaths.
No scent of pine, stench of decay
hangs heavy now from every bough,
grim garlands slung in shades of grey.
This place where joy no longer breathes;
no signs of Christmas here today.
~ This is written in Octain form.
Eight lines as two tercets and a couplet, eight syllables per line with the first line repeated (as much as possible) as the last. Meter is iambic tetrameter or trochaic tetrameter, but fine to just count eight syllables per line for people who prefer that. Rhyme scheme –
(A=repeated refrain line. c/c refers to line 5 having midline (internal) rhyme that is different to the a- and b-rhymes. Any extra midline rhyme is a bonus).
Filed under Octain, Poetry