a windfall princely

[laleesh]

the boreads
bluster by errant

and bold

rude
marauders flanked in cold
rip the leaves off
trembling
trees

gild their gulfbound steeds in gold.




(boreas: the north wind
boreades: boreas' two sons, callais and zetes)

[monkey boy]

I am fond of all your verse, but I have to say -

I say this is one helluva poem. I love its meter,
I love the words you chose, I love the picture you
painted.

And a perfect night to read it here, with the bora howling out of the north and prying at my door and windows.

Mike

[laleesh]

actually mike, for days i've been admiring our lovely leafwork and trying to document it in verse but having a lot of trouble in doing so. i had a very static picture of an arc or corona of garnet and gold that just wasn't moving. then here come those cold-blooded ruffians from the north pulling almost all the leaves off my image, tacking them to the breezes and tossing them about on their rip-roaring ride to the smooth, warm gulf.

picture:

that tight little bud, green and clinging,
old and gold now, finally free!
gone in a whirlyride!

way to leave!



thanks so much, mike; you are so encouraging on top of all that talent!
:)
laleesh

[Michael]

laleesh, I’ve only known one other person who could say so much so beautifully utilizing so few words.

As usual, very nicely penned.

By the way, I'm a huge fan of alliteration and I like the way you use it in "a windfall princely".

[DaBomb]

Lala, what can I do but add my applause to the previous comments. You always have a great melody to your works; they roll off the tongue. And I appreciate the meaning, especially amplified with the additional information you provided. Yup, this is another favorite. Keep 'em coming.

Bryan

[Mac]

sharp, crisp, and concise word art, my friend, nicely composed.

Mac

[Poeticpiers]

Laleesh my lady word witchcraft no more no less
I did not realise the north wind blew near you ivor