Somewhere in time
feather light and silver
reached up their heads and softly said
We see poor chance for
destined fools
who chance a pretty filter
They drowned in pools
of bitter pitch and elder thoughts
seasoned out of kilter
Said feather light to silver
his love indeed will fill her
a purple head
her kirtle spread
she hates more than demur, Sir
Indeed said feather light
The place is seeming bright
Where orange breath
and short-range moss
delight her tiny footstep
They spring and leak
depressed and weep
oe’er every rhyming rule kept
Featherlight & Silver
A poetry game.