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 😉