Monday, 20 January 2014

#31PoeticFormsIn31Days #17Ode

perfectly hidden
patterned as grass
but here on a rock
a sight I can't pass
intent on your watching
light on your feet
my eyes can not leave you
I'm glued to my seat
marching like soldiers
waiting stock still
children are gazing
they think you are brill

An Ode is a celebration of someone or something using similes and metaphors, often in the style of a song.

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