The Yonder Green

by Mark   Jul 16, 2018

This grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far - as they appear from crater deep
withdrawn of stream which filled this dried ravine;
how can it weep as none is left to seep.

Nor petiole unfurls or ruby shines
for withered dry by Cupids' scalding sun,
begotten lines and left the hollowed shrines;
wherein it's done - was fought and sorrow won.

To fall as lilies under summer's haze
then swept behind in hope of Floras' spring,
who mourns and stays - is lost in idle maze,
as Ivy's wring and tie; alike a string.

The distant plush are spectres; all of lime
yet may be climbed - the greener grass of time.


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  • 8 months ago

    by Darren

    judges comment

    A bit of an oldy worldy tongue twister for my 10 points this week. Every syllable sticks out a leg to trip you up. The flow is as smooth as the surface of the moon, the imagery dives right out of the poem. Yet I kept coming back and re-reading then reading again as it was fascinating. A real head scratcher that I could probably write a thesis on. There's a feast of poetry here, worthy of my 10. well done. (10 points.)

  • 9 months ago

    by Maple Tree

    What a beautiful and elegant poem,
    filled with luscious nature, I can spot the ivy
    hanging within a cool night breeze.

    I'm all about the visuals and this poem is detailed
    with elegant visual beauty!

  • 11 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Congrats on the win

  • 11 months ago

    by Ya----Na

    Nature is the best healer. Very well expressed!

  • 11 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful imagery and full of emotion. A great piece. Milly x

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