hay swain
two sit entwining hay, golden flax spinning into rope between their fingers,
the quietus of an autumns day settling like the lord’s mantle on their shoulders.
and she sings a hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny nay
her voice like daisies in spring.
and he replies a hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny yea
and she smiles underneath her frown,
as if she could cleave the cords they weaved together.
he places a dandelion behind her right ear,
as he whispers in her left a hey nonny nonny yea.
and under the greenwood tree they lay
as they too have forgotten the passing of the day.
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Thank you all oh so very much!
Cameron, you might try looking for the internal rhyme that is in the first two lines.
*HUGS Gummy* Yes! But this, I'm afraid is a product of reading too much Andrew Marvell, and him changing my voice; the nutter.
beutifull, and great use of conversational tone between characters
Congradulations!
keep writing and =) happy reading (=
This is beautiful in its simplicity. My only suggestion is that you incorporate ryhme a little more evenly throughout the entire poem--and not just the last two lines. Perhaps the first two as well?
Cameron
My second name Swain anyway on with critique. It seem very beautiful but the hey nonny part makes me laugh sorry if it not suppouse to. Apart from that it all seems good sorry can't say more.
Hey nonny nonny yea, you're a beautiful writer. And uh.. Penny Lane? Big fan.
And I'm left with absolutely nothing left to say, LOL, except that it was very well done- I think my favourite of your poems so far. I love the deceptively quiet rhythm and the way it compliments the scene, the simplicity, the use of old language...basically what they said, hehe. Kudos on an awesome piece!
I don't want to reiterate Jack, because that would be a dull comment here doubtless. ^_^
But I've got nearly the same impression. Nothing out of place; I loved the rhythm, rhyme--it felt like the setting, atmosphere, loose and even--the ay rhyming gave it a song-like lilt. Despite the pleasant pace, there's seems to be a tension there--after I read it aloud once--nay and yea and the shortening between beginning and end, that keeps it from simply falling off its own pleasantness. ^_^
Cal, I liked this -- the quaintness of it all, sounding like it's from the sixteen century or something -- the subtle references to the sexuality of it all, from "entwining" and "weaving" to the the "hey nonny nonny". It all seems rather old, with obsolete language. But everything fitted together well, there wasn't anything extra that needed cutting and it all contributes.