Pipistrelle
Corner tree is taller than me.
It's roots delve into the dust
steeping in shadow sharp
angles shapes of green and rust.
The complicated cast of branches
are silhouetted bold and bare.
Last light December night
the black butterflies are rare.
End
That is a poem I wrote in response to an A215 exercise on using alliteration.
Pipistrelle
Pipistrelle
Corner tree is taller than me.
It's roots delve into the dust
steeping in shadow sharp
angles shapes of green and rust.
The complicated cast of branches
are silhouetted bold and bare.
Last light December night
the black butterflies are rare.
End
That is a poem I wrote in response to an A215 exercise on using alliteration.