Seasonal (sections)

[cidermaid]

here's what i came up with

i broke the luck bat into 6 line stanza which is okay because the because the peculiar rhyme scheme will still work. i made it so you have a double haiku till the end and finish on a final one. the sestina can't be messed about with. i can't get the mybb tables to function without adding code to the forum which i'm prone not to attempt. it could be done in html but again i'm prone to use it.

i'd get the luck bat done in one thread. when it's sorted i'd do the double haku, when that done i'd do the sestina. when thats done i'd place it in the table provide. a lot of hard work i know or you could just stick it up in one go for posterity


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March sighing for her love.
Of late, urgent opportunist,
now loves’ unprejudiced,
April, gained through pained mist.
Bourgeoning subterfuge,
Springs the heavy deluge. Doe eyed,

May leaves the safe refuge,
rough and rude the buds are shaken!
Taken. Lust awakened
June all too soon, overtaken.
sowing a veil of tears.
worn out by drought filled fears, played out.

July blue, high, dry, clear,
subterranean streams. Smoothed clean,
Slip-streamed by a moon beam.
Ascending slender dreams of mist.
the final fling revealed.
Pensive August appeals.

September – reluctant. Congealed,
bleeding beauty now takes the field,
stone ground. Compressed and sealed,
October chose to yield. Pierced lamb,
A nest bound, last swallow not yet
Fully fledged, held in debt.

November plays roulette. Focussed
for the final dozen.
The broken bridge. Orphan, sylvan
Leaves December corban.
The simple things that mean so much,
dependant on love’s touch.

January will need a crutch.
With darkened countenance,
Now searching, luminance; best guess,
found in pre-eminence.
the growing grace, a fitted glove.
February’s white dove.

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Timed out burst. Feet first.
budding swelling, breaking dam.
bright light, new day. Start.
Start right, richly veined,
overflowing growing grass.
Soft breath nuzzling.

nuzzling, nipping.
Leap, thrust, hold. Innocent eyes
may pierce, slipped, held deep.
Deep sleep, dappled shade,
Bugs biting, raindrops kissing.
Play fighting, free running,

running sweat, deep heat.
matron guarded siesta.
Refreshing dawn dew,
Due for a long drink.
Full fat gloaming, evening mist,
dark green gathering.

Gathering clouds pile;
flanked deep, heaving gates aside.
Hard tack ground to creep,
creep, cross over. Call
on the wing. Path flight, first thought.
Restricted. Re-zoned,

Zoned in, colour cloned.
Leaching last connecting shades,
last step, door is closed.
Closed off, bagged bundle.
Fast expanding awareness.
Fruitful winter store.

Store shed, bellies full.
Cracks plugged to mud and decay,
Main stay, straw and hay.
Hay prepped, full mangers.
Cloy clods, frost, sun, wind clearing
Emerging bud time,

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From new born to necrotic, nurturing.
Weathering, the pains that are growing.
The clock is ticking on life, replenishing
every cell, a laden nurse in waiting.
Ever changing, outreaching, yet never leaving
The slender, tender touch of love resting.

Freshly planted, sap rising, not resting,
behold the glazed nuance of nurturing.
Cleaving into clefts, dividing and leaving,
green and golden garlands growing,
Soft voiced trees, whispering, waiting;
cloud baiting. Dewy caress replenishing.

Moisture reaching roots replenishing,
The hived bees in honeyed ease, resting,
dropping nectar. The knowing in the waiting.
The blushing dog rose nurturing,
twining through the vines, growing.
Falling curtain of swords cleaving, leaving,

gentle cow-parsley graciously leaving,
All moisture withdrawn, non-replenishing.
worm feed swelling, forever growing.
a turning clod aside, belly up, resting.
A fatal kiss amid the nurturing.
abandoned, alone. The pointless waiting.

Browned off, so very tired of waiting
the upper floor players are leaving.
Fully paid up, net gain in the nurturing.
A silver thread among the thorns, replenishing
A silver dagger for a tongue, resting,
Yet ravenous and rapine. Still growing.

The winter wolf is growling and growing.
dependant on the benefice whilst waiting.
Upon which, the babe will soon be resting.
Much vaunted harvest, southward leaving,
and leading the grey away, replenishing
awakening first loves’ natural nurturing.

Resting on the breast of growing love.
Held in the nurturing and ever waiting arms,
once graven, never leaving. Seasonally replenishing.

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Thanks for doing yet another table for me Billy.
As you can see I've slung it all in (+ a couple of edits as I went).
Going to have a think about what to do with this overnight.
Might walk away from it or as suggested place the individuals into the forum for seperate editing.
AJ.