Midnight Dance at the Cricket's Ball (Ottava Rima)

by Maple Tree   Dec 31, 2011


Listen to the wind as the hoot owls call
Dark of night kisses me gently, sweetly
This is the hour when stars shine, feeling small
Walking in woodlands very discreetly
Tree limbs sing, dancing at the cricket's ball
Silken leaves adorn my path quite neatly
Spiritually at peace, where I commune
I am captivated with mother moon

A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:

one octive poem. abababcc

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  • 12 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Love this one! such a beautiful poem about mother nature and you express your love for her in such an amazing way. I love the idea of a crickets ball, I can picture this in my head and makes me think what really goes with creatures out there that we have no idea about!

    Lovely poem. I will have to try to do some of these forms some day.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    I loved the imagery ... of night kisses, silken leaves and mother moon. Beautiful write.

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Very nicely done. you penned a wonderful image ,, vivid and precise in the readers mind. Excellent format, good work

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    I am captivated with mother moon

    So am I

    Blessed Be!

  • 12 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Nice Work!!!

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