In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume
it's where the hummingbird doth play
amidst the marigolds of May
and swaying yellow spanish broom.
This tiny bird of coloured plume
while gleaning nectar I assume
will stay and while summer away
in yonder meadow.
When summer ends and winter glooms
this hummingbird I now assume
will fly away without delay
to once again return in May
when spring arrives and summer looms
in yonder meadow.
@Hellon March 2018
A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).
Oh My God. What a fantastic piece. I will write thid form and you will be my mentor. It's so admirable how such a poem was written so well. I feel jealous. If that's how you contribute in challenges, then hats off.
Hellon, by far the best poem I read in the thread Rania opened to fill minds of Pnq members with positive vibes.
When Everlasting gave the challenge of writing rondeau I looked for it on the internet what it is?
To be honest, I gave up the moment I read how difficult it was to write a rondeau.
I waited last week for you to post it so that I could nominate it, but you didn't and this week someone else nominated it before me. The good thing is I can still comment on it.
To me, the structure of the poem appears as three little nests of humming birds and what a beauty you wrote it. The language is something so beautiful like out of the world, heavenly.
Such beautiful imaginary you created for the reader while describing the life cycle of a sweet humming bird. This is one of those poems which when we read we start to see it, feel it, like I am seeing the those humming birds playing in the meadow and gathering nectar. I am shocked why other members aren't giving any comment on this exceptional, phenomenal, brilliant write of yours. Hellon, this poem is about that tiny little bird, but I am sure it leaves a big impression on whosoever reads it.
I would love to see it on the front page this week.