inside my mouth,
juices dripping down
my chin and front of shirt
until it is hard to tell
me from the violet berries.
i pick them, and they prick me right back
as i pluck ripe fruits from protective vines
This is type of poetry is called an etheree, introduced to me by fellow blogger and reader, Shoreacres, who writes a brilliant blog of her own. Follow the link, and you will see her most recent etheree.
An etheree consists of 10 lines of poetry, and each line exhibits that number of syllables. You will notice that line one has one syllable, line two has two, and so on. You can even compose a reverse etheree starting with 10 syllables. Haven’t done that yet, but I intend to.
I penned one about Pyrates back in March, but I will save it for next year’s Pyrate Day, if I remember, that is.
I hope y’all are enjoying this beautiful spring weather. At least it has been gorgeous down here the past few days. This past week has been a very eventful one, and as soon as I have a few hours at my desk, I will post a recap with photos of the goings on down the bayou.
Enjoy the weather, seize the day!