Wednesday, 6 April 2022

NaPoWriMo (Day 6): Spring awakes with daffodils

  
For the month of April, I’m writing a poem a day from prompts on https://www.napowrimo.net. You can click on the headlines (Day One, etc) to view/add comments. There’s also a list of participants’ sites below the site header.


Day 6

Here’s our optional prompt for the day. Many of us had to write “acrostic” poems in school. These are poems in which the first letter of each line spells a word as you go down the poem. For example, the first line of an acrostic poem that spells the word “ghost” would start with a word beginning with “g”; the second line would start with a word beginning with an “h,” and so on. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.
 
 
Spring awakes with daffodils
 
So the task is to write an acrostic poem,
paint the ways with ribbons of unique colour
ripped from the heart of a rainbow rising
in a sky dripping with the weight of rain.
Now is the time for a clean rinse of the blue.
Gone are the starlings who through this flew,
 
arching high, creating intricate patterns
willowing up and down on the ready breeze.
Awakens the night in a few more hours,
key to the opening of night-time’s lock.
Ebbing and flowing, the sea takes a turn,
surf leaping and laughing, ever being.
 
With the moon’s light we collect the stars,
inviting them to sup with us tonight,
to take a dip in the deep hazy ocean,
hearts of silver glittering on the wind.
 
Dancing in the pitch sky, they shimmer so,
an afterthought to dreams of bewitching dust,
forgotten as the hours make their journey
forwards, creeping quick and sinking slow.
Opens the dawn in a blitz of pink and yellow,
decadent in its curtain lift from the blue depths
in which it has slept the dreamscape of the night.
Little do we wonder at these everyday marvels,
so often we have seen them, so seldom gasped in awe.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 6, 2022
 


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