{ Alan Fox: Dover. }

[delga]

Dover
by Alan Fox

The cliff is white,
perpendicular to the sea,
covered with green
where the slope is kind.

I’m no farmer
but even I know
to not plant a seed
on up and down land.

So hold my hand
at the very edge
where safe becomes,
shall we say, slippery.

The cave is always near
where my monsters hide.

Comments

[belantana.livejournal.com]

Ooooh I like the not-quite rhyme.

(Time for my weekly commentspam, sorry)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I always think this one is a bit...Japanese in style. Am I making any sense?

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[belantana.livejournal.com]

Yes! I just counted syllables to see if there was a pattern and there's not, but it sounds like there is? Or something?

A Thing! Do tell. I love to embark on Things.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I think both the brevity and the subject - like, it's in that sort of style. Precise.

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[belantana.livejournal.com]

I’m no farmer
but even I know
to not plant a seed
on up and down land.

Precise yes yes - this verse especially, I love it. All the words with equal weight.

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