Wednesday, April 25, 2012

O Lov grow old

O Lov
grow old
on long
            long roots
sown low
by glossy moon

        pools
of frothy cool
moss
blown by
     too slowly

my lord
strongly, boldly
hold thy sword

lo!

croon of
orb forlorn


A poetry prompt from NaPoWriMo


The only vowel I used was the letter "o" ... I didn't count 'sometimes Y' :)

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