Wrapped Refrain (Form No. 2)
Wrapped Refrain (Form No. 2), created by Jan Turner, carries some similar aspects as her
Wrapped Refrain form, with further advanced techniques. It consists of 2 or more stanzas
of 8 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 14, 14, 8, 8, 8, 8, 14, 14
Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c,d,d
Refrain rule: In each stanza, the first 10 syllables in the first line (incorporating a phrase) must
be the last 10 syllables at the end of the last line (line #8).
Castle in the Clouds
Bavaria, you render dreams come true on hills of white.
Your castle glints through moonbeams, snowy spires in the night.
My mind says itís just a mirage
or nature playing with collage...
that if I turn around I bet
it shall just disappear, and yet
my eyes instead see parapets that break the skyline blue,
as straight ahead, Bavaria, you render dreams come true.
Bavaria, your Disneyland is mine this very night;
itís just as if your castle planned its setting, out of sight,
for some of us to stumble on.
But, if I blink will it be gone?
This castle you have hid so well
enchants me with its magic spell;
it lures me into fantasies enwrapped with snowy pine.
You render dreams, Bavaria... your Disneyland is mine.
Copyright © 2009 Jan Turner
What vision most inviting I now see before my eyes,
upon this grassy hill beyond which peaks of mountains rise
to heaven's heights, where clouds are swirled
the pink of an enchanted world!
It's with great gladness I am drawn
to what appears at break of dawn.
With long hair streaming in the wind, she stands in front of me.
Oh, can you guess what vision most inviting I now see?
How sweet will be our days; she's come again. And everything
will brighten; birds will sing. Before me is the Goddess Spring!
Shining, clad in white, midst the wild
blooms she treads. Lovely woman-child!
And where she goes, a seedling grows;
a soft breeze blows; a new stream flows.
Young hearts are all a-flutter, and the bard takes up his pen.
How blessed our world. How sweet will be our days; she's come again!
Copyright © 2009 Andrea Dietrich
After the Storm
The screens are wearing polka dots of snow as I look out
upon a dreamlike winter scene where snow lies all about.
The shrubs are bowed beneath the weight
of winterís robe. Left to their fate,
the redbirds look much redder now
while perching on a snowy bough.
Stark light reveals a mystery, a place I hardly know.
To my delight the screens are wearing polka dots of snow.
Fresh tracks reveal the trails of white-tailed deer, their predawn run.
Deep shadows darken each impression with the rising sun.
The storm has made the world anew.
Transfixed before this wondrous view,
I watch the forest creatures wake
to forage in the marshy brake.
Life is resilient, will prevail, for spring is nearly here.
In muddy thaw, fresh tracks reveal the trails of white-tailed deer.
Copyright © 2009 Margaret R. Smith