Hour Fifteen – Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for.

 

The Beauty of the Feast

 

In the wee small hours, past midnight

Here in the north where dark meets light

I wander into a room by chance

Where letters float wherever I glance.

Like one possessed I grab at them

Greedy greedy, snatch a gem

Letters unjumble, and form a string

Of words with a shape, a size, a ring.

At one I know where I’ve gone

The wondrous place where poems are born.

They line up, then, poems all

‘Follow me,’ a chorus call.

As I pass, the haiku bows

The ballad serenades with wedding vows

High-brow free verse looks and sneers

While the raunchy couplet winks and leers

Sonnets stand tall and proud

With an Ode who glistens white in a shroud.

But on I go, because now I know

It’s that Musical note I must follow

The strains of a waltz defy all time

And there at last I see my rhyme.

A happy chappy, this rhyme of mine

I savour the joy of this final line.