Empty promises

Day 6: write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article.

I have chosen: 'Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths' by W B Yeats, one of the most romantic poems I've ever been introduced to. 


Had Pre-Raphaelite glamour blinded me
I could have stumbled down a different path, 
The days unfurling to reveal not
Heaven's embodiment on earth, but a life
Embroidered with alluring fantasies. Those
Cloths not dreams,  but empty promises. 

© Copyright 2022. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved.

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  1. Ron.6 April 2022 at 03:51

    I loves me anything Yeatsish. This included. Thanks.

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