Tale Weaver: Poetry – Bop – ” The Forest Sweet” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this Tale Weaver Prompt based on forest creatures, a couple weeks back. 

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Fly with me to the forest enchanted, 

Where all magic life is fair transplanted. 

Lacking peace in cities it’s ungranted, 

Fly to the faeries for those sweet romantics. 

Into the gleaming marsh of enchantment, 

Forget  pain with tranquility granted. 

Come fly with me, to the magic forest. 

You may not believe me, you may not care, 

Let me lead, you’ll never be disparaged

Blue birds tweet-talk, sweet advice they share, 

Deer bow low, demand fur be stroked right there.

Behind their ears, on their bellies so bared. 

Nymphs stunning, gorgeous come out they’re aware, 

You’ve paid a visit, they chatter, wine shared, 

Ambrosia sweets flow, your body’s repaired

Come fly with me, to the magic forest. 

Visit anytime, day or night, be pleased, 

Someone’s awake with wine or cold tea. 

Faeries they greet with moonshine and they tease

You’ll never admit, this place is your peace, 

The magic in your heart, is to believe. 

Come fly with me, to the magic forest. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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100 Word Wednesdays: Poem – Constanza – “No Hunt Today” #poetry #amwriting #100WordWednesday


Thanks to Bikurgirl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.

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Credit: Andreas P. Via UnSplash

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Hush across green dusted woods, 

Deer came into the area, 

Knowing not that their lives were spared. 

Coming soundlessly they stood, 

Hunters close, could taste venison. 

Deer eyes clear, no shown surrender. 

Know not I why they came and looked, 

Ate the grass carelessly and stared, 

At camaflouged men threats bared. 

Humans so close, guns nearby shook, 

Tried to shoot, bambi eyes unhinged,

Couldnt think, at innocence cringed. 

Majesty of moment brooked, 

Deers watched the men, discussing them, 

Drew closer —curious are men. 

Deers unharmed, it was understood. 

No hunter there a weapon raised,

Then as light, deer faded away. 

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The Constanza, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in mono-rhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f (etc.) 
Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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