Monday, September 7, 2015

Lady A. On The Meadowland

Lady A. On The Meadowland

The lady walks upon the meadowland
composing a romantic pentameter twixt
the sovereign trees, meantime the zephyr sound
and her Iambic knitting intermix. 


So amorous, she paces on the ground,
where gracefully the butterflies romance,
divine her inspiration, in command,
requires in verse the nature's élégance.

Her carefree doggy jumps around the trees
and blithely at the insects laughs and woofs,
the bees encounter blooms inside the breeze
and harvest nectar nighly and aloof.

Whate'er the maiden's inspiration forms
disperses round the flowers and the trees,
the dreamy pentameter, hence, transforms
to abstract lines the buzzing bees appease.

"Woof hither not, ungrateful doggy mine,
my lines' last syllables repose unstressed;
while thou art dancing round the blooms and pines,
I'll miss the deadline of the Greek's contést.

Apollo, bless my metered création
and countenance me as thy designee
while I pronounce my heart's déposition
to be perpetually thy devotee."


© 2015-02-01, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)