Fog swirled before the mountains
hid them as a woman’s veil hides her
countenance. The sun languidly
pulled the fog away. In the garden, grape
leaves, green the day before,
had disappeared, leaving a bare vine
around the cedar post. Three green tomato
worms crawled there, full-stomach guilty.
The farmer sentenced them as soon as he
discovered them. Four o’clocks in pink,
white and yellow tutus pirouetted like
ballerinas. Evening arrived speckled with
stars and a moon as bright as white magnolia
blooms dressed the darkness. A mockingbird
sang softly to the night.
This poem follows the Dorsimbra form. The form contains three stanzas. The first stanza has four lines of Shakespearean sonnet (iambic pentameter rhymed abab). The second stanza has four lines of short, snappy free verse. The third stanza has four lines of iambic pentameter blank verse, where the last line repeats the first line of stanza one.
Buckets of Bouquets
Pink hollyhocks and purple iris grew
along the garden fence of wooden rails.
The flowers bloomed in shades of deepest hue.
We picked bouquets to fill the old lard pails.
June bugs buzzed
in tune with Mother’s voice
lifting to strains of
“Rock of Ages.”
The wooden fence has crumpled to the ground;
the old lard pails are nothing now but rust.
Thorn trees, persimmon bushes stand where once
pink hollyhocks and purple iris grew.