The school yard is a pooches banquet
they rummage the playground for scraps
scuffs between feathers and fur
for a cold sausage roll
in wet paper wrap
a fritz sandwich
added cheese
means a
feast
After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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The school yard is a pooches banquet
they rummage the playground for scraps
scuffs between feathers and fur
for a cold sausage roll
in wet paper wrap
a fritz sandwich
added cheese
means a
feast
After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

Image by Pexels
Autumn days draw in, moist and misty,
evening air, heavy with waiting.
Leaves, fragile as angel’s wings,
tremble, poised for release,
fluttering downward,
golden shimmers,
fiery red,
reaching
earth.

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Motionlessly, silently it tracks
the movements of a dragonfly
that hovers now in the reach
of a long, sticky tongue,
another victim
caught unawares
is conquered,
swallowed,
gone
Frog watch by Jenny Erlanger

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Galloping through the bush, brumbies run
Led by the strong silver stallion
Glistening coats after rain
Pounding hooves flicking mud
Seven in the herd
A sight to see
Manes flying
Wild and
Free
Brumbies by Linda Davidson

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Counting the syllables in each line of a poem is a great exercise for finding and feeling its rhythm and pattern. Remember, rhyming is only one of many ways that can make writing poetic.
This MID-MONTH PROMPT calls for a NONET on any topic of your choosing. This nine-line poem begins with 9 syllables in the first line, finishing with 1 on the last line … or it could be the other way round, starting with 1 syllable and ending with 9.
We’d love to receive your examples!
