To keep things simple, I'm going to start by making every Monday the day of the week that I'll post some of my own poetry on this blog. I know you all don't want to read solely things I've written, so I'll do it this way! ;) Any ideas for what I should call it? :/ Anyhow, here are this week's poems!
“For a Nest”
By Rachel Heffington
Nestled in a flower pot,
Snug beneath the whispering pine
Lulled by breezes waltzing past,
Rocked by arms of green-briar vine,
Lies a cradle with five eggs-
Warmed by feathers soft and fine.
Woven by a little wren
Snug with walls of fragrant straw
From the pine that murmurs close,
She builds her nest by ancient law.
How does she know to place each twig?
I wonder at the things I saw.
Little bird with up-turned tail,
Russet colored wings and coat,
Creamy streak above her eye,
Russet speckles on her throat:
All her babes shall look like she,
Singing songs that Heaven wrote.
Sleep thy little eggs of green,
Let the wind sing you a song,
Sleep beneath thy mother’s breast,
While she warms you all night long.
Sleep and grow within your shell,
And let the dreams around thee throng.
For the past two years I have made books of my poetry to give to Mama as either a Christmas, or birthday gift. This is one of the poems from those books...what do you think of the (blast- is it meter?) ...meter (I'll go with that) of this poem? It is interesting....a bit hard to manage, and not my favorite style to use, but it makes for a different kind of poem than usual! :) And here is another poem I wrote that, as the daylight is changing, will soon be relevant! :)
The dusk is like a bridal maid:
The rose is mantled on her cheek,
A single shimmering diamond-star
Clings to her hair so dark and sleek.
Her skirt of azure gently rests
Within her modest golden hand;
Her veil of quiet darkness flows
After her hem has swept the land.