Dance your way
up on the clay
walk the day
along what may
colours fight the gray
I can’t betray
step don’t slip
forget the trip
lessons grip
from a landing strip
life flies above
hand in glove
talks the end of
brotherly love
one man’s roof
someone’s proof
a child sees a path
a warm bed, a sunbath
blind to aftermath —
and what for me?
seeing on my belly
only lines and symmetry
shadows and beauty
bright lights free
stolen photography.

∞

Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a poem using Skeltonic verse. Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse). The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se. !