Sonnet, woven over poets’ weekend,
to birdsong, kisses, blue socks, caresses;
long baths, silk scarves and Lichtenstein dresses.
Vacate the room by eleven a.m.
On honeymoon sheets. The duvet is penned
by second breakfast: Zimmerman verses;
the cadence of their kitchen voices.
Bend the bow, release; villanelle ascend
the roads and bridges of Northumbria.
Greetings from Alnmouth. Greetings, I will
send letters, almost rhyming couplets,
odes to Durham, Hexham, Edinburgh.
Five rivers, and the bus to Dungeon Ghyll.
Woven over poets’ weekend: sonnet.
I recognize images from Archery in the UK.
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= magic resonance! 🔔 ✨
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lovely! lovely! love – HT
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