The Garden Of Verse - Ice Choir

Wakened keeper

Once interred as the shadows stir

Two pale bodies

Lips in bloom, the enchanting moon

Cryptic roses

Now overgrown in the trembling loam

Another tome…

Has found us in the garden of verse

Alive to all that we have disturbed

The sentinels of pentameter;

A couplet scans

The shifting lands

Arcing willows

Take new forms

Villanelle, one of Petrichor

Violet spies

Innocent designs to…

Plant us in the garden of verse

With each caress the lines are reworked

Some tender words to fasten the roots

Now we could never run from you

Could never run from you

Could never run from you

We cultivate the garden of verse

A drink of sun as lines are rehearsed

The lover’s song;

the sweetest perfume

Will canonize the ardor of youth

(So we could never run from you)