Hell on fire with 3 hares, a quadrille and a quail .. . in a coconut sky
A sonnet burns upon this flaxen heath
flairs are lit within my glowered eyes
storm the harbinger of yellowed grief
dance blurred visions of three hares
From stubblefields at thy peripheral
emerged their kimbel, a lively jack
he adds his steps to form a quadrille
that dances sun onto its bronzed back
They chasse, then quick as wink soon depart
to scatter quail and all sad, buried thought
from oilseed gold to crofter’s mournful cart
at fields where our brothers may have fought
Salute the sky, its hero ghosts awake
all other hellish memories forsake
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©edenbraytoday23.04.2025
Author’s Note:
a further experiment in prog prose written as a meaningful sonnet in 10:10;10;10 ABAB ; CDCD ; EFEF ; GG
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.. . I prefer to write unstructured poems in free form but also believe we owe it to ourselves to challenge ourselves to the very, very core and thereby honour excellent poetry and the dead and great poets who left their golden legacy in past traditions – eb
.. . I prefer to write unstructured poems in free form but also believe we owe it to ourselves to challenge ourselves to the very, very core and thereby honour excellent poetry and the dead and great poets who left their golden legacy in past traditions – eb
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 