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