An old huitain, revised
She swoops into a clover field
imbibing nectar from the yield
to bring the buzz back to my muse.
In labyrinths, her job’s concealed,
while jamming cells, so I can wield
my wings. I’ll savour scones that ooze
with honey, mead to make this toast —
to hiving my redundant ghost.
© capricorn 2023
How lovely to have a comment from you Trevor – I thought I might never hear from you again. Glad you enjoyed this and hope you might have spotted the metaphor for writer’s block (well a bit obscure!) Good to ‘see’ you.
Well, I’m very pleased to see you are still here, Trevor.
Love this Eira a real treat for the senses, subtle rhymes and a great end line. Nice job Keith
I love the image of scones oozing with honey ‘yes please’, 🙂 Sue.
Mmm…. I could just eat one now – LOL! Thanks for commenting.
How I wish I could do work like this. Your piece is so very lovely and lyrical.
We need more huitains – and structured and rhyming verse in general – on the site…