Fancy Perfume and Twirling Ribbons

Poems can ring, rise upon sun and moon

or bring momentum to an errant flame.

Maybe it falls face first, mangled too soon

its sound wailing against the sting of rain.

Dawn will singe your senses, set them all free

perform song and acrobatic dances

cry out in celebration, yours to see

Rhymes scatter silently like forgotten fancies.

The wilderness rings bright with poetic voices

Sublime and reverent sounds echo through the trees

Words of wonderment and great rejoices

Poetic dreams elope on shifting breeze.

Ideas and thoughts float light as a feather

Our words will often weave them lovingly together.

Alison Jean Hankinson

This is a shared piece of poetry in response to Jilly’s July Challenge.

Click here to read the details on how you can participate in Jilly’s July Challenge.

I didn’t manage the anagram bit…but I did complete the sonnet that was begun by colourfulpen.

Sorry I didn’t manage the anagram bit.

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer... View all posts by alisonhankinson