San Miguel Pantoum

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I had to study some different forms of poetry at the convention.  One was called a Pantoum and you can just go and look it up.  You will see that involves repeating lines in a particular order as you proceed down the poem..  Tonight just at sunset the moon and the evening star were breathtaking.  This picture does not do justice to the moon as thin a sliver as you could ever see turned up like a perfect bowl and the lustrous star beside her.  How lovely!  So, I thought I would try a Pantoum!

 

 

San Miguel Pantoum

 

San Miguel evening, sunset and a star.

Small pomegranite flowers, lipstick red

Round jewels, a bell rings from afar

A chance, a whim.  I am led.

 

Small pomegranite flowers, lipstick red

Glimpsed above a blue wall.

A chance, a whim, I am led.

A woman sits at the street corner.

 

Glimpsed above a blue wall.

Small jewels shining in green leaves.

A woman sits at the street corner

Among rough cobble-stones.

 

Small jewels shining in green leaves

I wander lost in narrow streets

Among rough cobble stones

After the heat of a winter day.

 

I wander lost in narrow streets

Round jewels, a bell rings from afar

After the heat of a winter day

San Miguel evening, sunset and a star.

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Hammock

 

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Swinging in the Spring hammock

under the late evening sky

The stars emerge

Up on the roof terrace with its yellow flowers

I hear the faint creak of the star-burst

twined ropes.

One bright star above rocks with me so that I am not lonely.

Hold me in your arms rocking rocking hammock.

I see the gaudy pink geraniums

Flourescent against the salmon coloured wall

and the shadow of the starburst ropes

against the cooling wall.

Back and forth, creak creak

and the two-note bell

from the Parish Church

calling heedless rocking souls to repentance.