It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.
Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.
Todays Poem is An Irregular Ode.
Summer her name and her nature too
Attired like an Iris in gold and blue
Like a breath of fresh air her perfume begiles
She is a bouquet of soft words and smiles.
Her hair like golden flax challenges the sun
Her voice will bring you silver dreams she has spun.
She is my love, my light and my life.
To make her my bride is my challenge in life.
