Giant eagles were slowly heaven-circling
High above the turbulent ringed-sea
The tide-looped lazily as a drunken-bee
The whale-weed draped along the foreshore
As the grave-groping moon-blown
Became tongue-tired and muffle-toed
While the owl-light became tight-lipped
As the she-bird was soundly tongue-dusted
The cradle-petals were water-spoken
Yet tear-culled and bell-voiced lulled
All into a sense-wind of grass-broken
Yet I was weary-dressed to trace the sublime
dVerse, Laura challenged us to use four of Dylan Thomas’s odd word combinations …
I used more and added some of my own …
aroused 
You make me shiver, Kate. But I kind of love the feeling of the poem that you just transmitted. Thank you!
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thanks Katherine, that is high praise … Dylan uses feeling or senses more than making sense so I decided to do my own version of his style.
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the emphasis for the prompt was ‘love the words’ and you certainly have with this poem – I especially enjoyed:
“owl-light became tight-lipped”
Thanks for joining in – your poem has the soft touch of Dylan Thomas within it
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have already written two more, so love this style … thanks for the introduction Laura, it really is quite special 🙂
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ahh good! even better when the prompt resounds more permanently into our writings, prompts enthusiasm and provokes a different way of seeing/feeling
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I love how you expressed the voice of nature in such strong words.
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ooh thanks Bjorn, your comment gave me a tingle 🙂
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Bravely, cleverly, you used more than a dozen of the compound words; using a cascade effect as they spilled over us like chilly mist.
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thanks Glenn, I hoped for more like warm list … 🙂
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Brilliant, Kate!
Your weaving together of your words and Mr. Thomas’ words brings such vivid images to mind!
🦅🦅 🦅 (((HUGS)))
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Naturally nice 😉
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pleasing words from a master 🙂
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Ah…loved this.
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please never feel obliged, I post too much anyway … just read one if you have the time and inclination 🙂
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I enjoy your posts/poems.
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What a sight to see the giant eagles. I specially like:
All into a sense-wind of grass-broken
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I’ve just responded to your creation Grace, can you please let me know if you get my comments, can’t see it but maybe it needs approval?
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this line especially stood out for me: The tide-looped lazily as a drunken-bee
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thanks Jade, love how different lines connect with different readers!
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calmness and tinge of melancholy mixed artistically. ❤ love this line: The tide-looped lazily as a drunken-bee
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This flowed so smoothly creating such a tranquil picture of nature with your compound words. Looking forward to the rest Kate. ❤️
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A beautiful poem Kate 🙂
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Beautifully described the serenity in nature with your compound words.
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Nope, I don’t think so.
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worth a try with your talent!
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this is truly your strength, nature seems to speak through you
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nature and I are one and now I’m living in the place … feel my roots going down 🙂
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