Night sky’s scrim beams on us.
Heads tipped, eyes heavenward,
cold crisp air embraces.
Hope gleams bright, if we believe.
Heads tipped, eyes heavenward,
stars shine, diminish doubt.
Hope gleams bright, if we believe,
this truth shall live through pain.
Stars shine, diminish doubt
hearts must open willingly.
This truth shall live through pain,
our love shall bloom again.
Hearts must open willingly,
words must tumble free.
Our love shall bloom again,
night sky’s scrim beams on us.
Late to post to Peter’s prompt for Thursday’s Meet the Bar night at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. He asks us to write a pantoum.
Pantoum: comprised of 4 line stanzas the follow this pattern: 1,2,3,4; 2,5,4,6; 5,7,6,8; 7,9,8,1
In other words:
* the second stanza repeats the second and fourth lines of the first stanza, in its first and third line.
* The third stanza repeats the second and fourth line of the second stanza, in its first and third line.
* This pattern continues until the final stanza which repeats the second line of the stanza preceding it, as its first line; and the first line of the entire poem as its final line.
Quite tricky to write in the pantoum form and still have sense to the poem, without the form “sticking out” to the reader’s sensibility!
lillian the home poet 
Lovely piece Lillian – an almost stately progression through wonder, doubt, pain to confident assertion – bookended by that sonorous ‘night sky’s scrim…’ A fine circle poem.
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This is a lovely pantoun… I love how you found that place in the end…
If we can only find a place with stars.
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Such a lovely Pantoum Lilian! You’ve really mastered the form, making it a seamless whole where the repetition doesn’t feel like a form but rather how the poem wanted to be told.
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A fine pantoum of hope, which will all need right now, thank you Lillian!
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This is such a stunningly executed Pantoum, Lillian! Wowww 😍😍
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