Wednesday, April 25, 2012

O Lov grow old

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

of frothy cool
blown by
     too slowly

my lord
strongly, boldly
hold thy sword


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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