Icy thorns in kestrel snow,

I gather them for you; plunging

ire to your still desert, stave

it in illness, black lilies

incite the gallows you bring

into the ladies of dust

if the blood oceanid parts.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem using the PLEIADES FORM (click HERE  for MTB 16/10/14 post on this). Pick a ONE-WORD TITLE  then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES  whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.

50 thoughts on “Ionad.”

  1. I love the way the initial long ‘I’ echoes in the opening lines in ‘icy’ and ‘ire’ and then becomes a short ‘I’ sound in ‘illness, black lilies / incite the gallows you bring’. The ladies of dust sound mysterious.

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  2. “Confident writing” indeed. I loved the “black lilies” and “plunging ire to your still desert”. You navigate the prompt form with your usual aplomb.

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