Tropicana – A Lai


A red bandana
brought from Havana
Lou wore 
She was Rosanna
from south Savannah
She swore
They ate bananas
in their pajamas
Singing hosannas
in the cabana
next door
Carlos Santana
Hannah Montana
do more

They shouted out loud
to quieten the crowd
Please cease!
Rosanna allowed
Santana to cloud
her peace
Hannah of course vowed
she would remain proud
At least
Now Lou never cowed
With gun, in he ploughed
Santana in shroud
Carried out unbowed

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace was hosting DVerse Poets tonight and
challenged us to write a Lai
The Lai
This form looks to be a very simple form comprising of a
five syllabled couplet followed by a two syllable line.
The number of lines in each stanza is fixed at nine and
the couplets must rhyme with each other, as the two
syllable lines must also rhyme. In English this line is
probably the most difficult part of the poem.
The stanza's rhyme pattern is... a. a. b. a. a. b. a. a. b. 
This is my first attempt at this!

Polar Bear Drowning

Polar Bear Drowning

Why is the polar bear drowning
in a warm and iceless sea?
Robbed of his habitat
because of man’s love affair
with incessant debris
A cornucopia of excess
and disregard for habitat
Instant gratification
taking priority
Blame the autocrat
Winter now lingers
where once was Spring
Snow covering the plains
in April, with nothing for 
the Arctic king
His kingdom is melting
as the seas do rise
The Polar cap shrinking
Hurry and help this planet
Dying before our eyes
Yearning for leadership
to acknowledge a catastrophe
Save the seasons
and our planet
It will end in tragedy
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - Day 25 - April 25th
Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our
video resource for the day, and from Keat’s poem, I’d like to
challenge you to write a poem that:
Is specific to a season
Uses imagery that relates to all five senses

(sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
Includes a rhetorical question,

(like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

Word Prompts




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The Legend of the Selkie

The Legend of the Selkie

The land was calling
He could hear it
beckoning to his soul
Come, come it cried
Over and over
Echoing through the shoal
He followed the sounds
through the waters deep
until the beach he found
Where he shed his sealskin
taking on human form
and laid there on the ground
Breathless, resting on the sand
Looking skyward to the sun
Feeling the warmth of the glow
A shadow crossed his eyes
and he did see an outline
of a beautiful female torso
As he struggled to get up
the girl held out her hand
“Come with me”, she said
Mesmerized he complied
“You and I belong together
and we will surely wed”
He hid away his Selkie skin
in a place so secret
no one would ever look
He lived happily in human form
with his beautiful bride but
curiosity is all it took
She found his sealskin
one fateful day
in its hiding place
The legend came true
He did leave her there, alone
with her own good grace
The sea called him back
to where he did belong
leaving her broken-hearted
The Selkie returned
from whence he came
to the ocean uncharted
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol is hosting DVerse Poets and has prompted us write about
myths or legends that we remember from childhood.

Click the link below for more information on the Selkie legend
The Secret History of the Hidden Selkie
National Poetry Writing Month
NaPoWriMo - April 24 - Day 24
Today's prompt - Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem that,
like “Dictionary Illustrations,” is inspired by a reference book. 

Rise – A Quadrille

Unable to rise above
feelings of despair
Dragging me down
on this road to nowhere  
Strength and bravery
failing me once more
eyes blinded
as I crawl on the floor 
Help me please
as you are wise
Lift me up
So, I may rise
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

 A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Merril is hosting at DVerse Poets for Quadrille Monday
and her prompt this week is Rise
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Sipping tea
in the afternoon
staring across
the Serengeti grasses
I spy a movement
in the corner of my eye
and the moment passes
Again, it is there
maybe one hundred yards
a head rises momentarily
Staying long enough 
for me to recognize
the Lion, albeit temporarily
A mutual respect
for each other’s presence
as different as chalk and cheese
He stealthily moves away
sauntering lithely
towards the trees
Surely as oil and water
do not mix for man
and the majestic beast
A respectful distance
to be maintained
is always the very least
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
National Poetry Writing Month
April 23 - Day 23
I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.

Word Prompts:




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