The Challenge

J.L. and I decided to play a scrabble-like game and to use the first 10 words played in a poem.  The words produced are:

HOAR HIRED BOWER WHITE LUTED RAVE WILDS SANDY LOVED BEDIGHTS

an interesting mix to say the least.

Here is my effort.

A lonely mermaid longed to sit

in a fragrant, floral bower

but walked only on sandy spit

where never grew any flower.

The North wind longed to woo the maid

so hired Jack Frost one chilly night

to freeze the water the waves sprayed

into fresh blooms with hoar of white.

Soft zephyrs luted gentle airs

on frozen strands of spun sea spray

and drew the mermaid from her cares

to see the reason for the play.

Such beauty turned the maiden’s head

and she danced with the wind that night

but in the morning she had fled

his harsh, cold touch filled her with fright.

If you are walking on the shore

when Jack bedights the land with frost

the wilds are filled with rave and roar

North Wind cries that he loved and lost.

I'll leave comments up to you.......

Moon Path

We met beneath the pale moon light,

the world was bleached to black and white,

the wind stirred the sea into foam

in that soft night of monochrome.

We set our footprints in the sand

and watched as they washed from the land

and laughed at how quickly they went,

as brief as the time that we spent.

The wind grew less as the moon dipped,

we stood where the waves gently lipped

at our bare toes and there at last

my lips met yours and vows were passed.

The moon so low it seemed to drown

then cast a solid carpet down

across the waves right to our feet

there, where the land and ocean meet.

That picture’s engraved on my heart,

I do not grieve when we must part,

that golden path will always be

the road that brings you back to me.