You grew in what became a picnic grove
Providing shade to what is now a park
While dying you were cut and when I drove
One morning past your place expecting dark
I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark
And knew eventually that so will I
Look up with new perspective on the sky.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Kim. The form is called Chaucerian stanza or rime royal (or, for those who can spell better, rhyme royal). I may use this form next week as a prompt.
I am linking this to Jilly’s October Casting Bricks Collaboration Challenge as the first half of a two stanza poem. The form is iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc.
Photos: “Oak Stump”, above, and “Hour Walk Through Somme Woods”, below, by the author. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme of “hour”. I took these during an hour walk in Somme Woods yesterday.