I'm drowning sorrows with champagne
and listen out to hear again
your footfall
It all began when moon was high
and kisses did intensify
like dewfall
Your promises the sweetest fruit
white worm within poor substitute
late windfall
And so the photos keep alight
adventures of a neophyte
as pitfall
Not wiser now but lonely still
I wrap old bones against this chill
each nightfall
For my MTB prompt: Compounding the Stem we are composing in the style of the Compound Word Verse with 8/8/3 syllables per line and a rhyme scheme of a,a,b whereby the third line is rhymed on the stem of a compound word and is included in the title
A gorgeous poem, Laura, and I felt each fall. I love the play on words in the title and the lines:
‘Your promises the sweetest fruit
white worm within poor substitute
late windfall’.
I felt the chill in the final stanza.
thanks Kim – you often appreciate the titles too so thank you for noticing
Always a pleasure, Laura.
This is so sorrowfull to read, and I could not refrain from thinking of the fall in fall itself (as autumn)
I’m so glad you picked up on that subtle seasonal intimation
my greatest fear: “Not wiser now but lonely still”
This line stood out to me too.
its not so bad 😉
The seasonal waning along with the waning of our lives and the lessons we still do not learn – what a combination! A sad but wise poem.
thank you Freya – did not mean it to be quite so sad but fall drove it!
It was a very sorrowful read. I almost lost all communication with all my friends, and “not wiser now but lonely still” stood out to me.
that sounds even sadder 😦
Indeed, it’s so sad 😦
Laura, I love how each “fall” word changes the feeling of the poem: footfall, dewfall, windfall, pitfall, nightfall. By the end, “fall” feels like more than a repeated word to me; it becomes the story of the poem itself…
~David
thank you David – I love your take it on it, seeing things I did not know were there
A sad tale of mortality, without which there can be no love, and all must fall…
yes Andrew – it’s the fault of the Fall 😉
A most clever way to incorporate ‘fall’ into the title of your beautiful poem, one that resonated deeply with me.
many thanks Helen – choosing the stem word was not easy but there are many falls 😉
I love how you have played with the words… aching and beautiful.
thank you for your appreciation of word play
what happens each nightfall is sad… great story telling. Made me feel. 🤗
thank you Selma x
Sad tale, with a wonderful title. I love “dewfalls”.
thank you – yes a very nice word
Laura, you chose a good word as root, its offshoots have such versatility. Like Kim, I very much enjoyed what you did with the 3rd stanza. The whole poem stands well with its narrative.
I’m way late to the party but I just linked up a poem.
Just seen this Lisa – have been away from the computer for a couple of days – thank you for your appreciation – will check out yours soon
You’re welcome, Laura.
A most provocative piece, Laura. Not one word out of place.
many thanks Nancy for such kind words
Your poem shows the complexity of emotions, most notably longing and regret.
those 2 emotions – so potent so poetic in their way – thank you Imelda