IAMBIC PENTAMETER

For the first time the carriage rides back and forth. The bell chimes at the end of every line. Whether a solo syllable or the perfect mete of syllabic sensation. The ten count of applause, the plausible sigh of Shakespeare’s breath. A two step utterance multiplied by five.  The delicate diva does not deviate from her metrical feat,* and I can’t stress this enough — one short...one long. Ah breath, so sweet, you see the swirl of mist. If done right, I should visualize beards and swords and trysts and death.

The clash of dragon’s breath upon his face.
A prince must choose his bride in peril’s tide.
Fair maiden’s haste — her lashes mythic grace.
A king to be or not — too brash to hide.
Pearl tears on pillow case — sow seeds that plead.
His beauty waits — he rushes to succeed.

7/17/2018
Reads Like Music - Haibun Look Poetry Contest
*Feat - a play on words

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018