Autumnal wreath, who weaves the old man's beard?
Whose bearded strands of white, Sweet Clematis?
Tis time, your petals gone, soft strands appear
as pears do in the autumn of the year.
The years go by too quickly now you know
in knowing how the seasons let you go.
Go down the vale to pick the old man's beard
by bearded barley's harvest where we wove.
Author notes
A wreath takes something from the last line and weaves it into the start of the next, which ends up giving the poem a circular feel, often (like you could go back to the start). To learn more on writing a wreath: http://allpoetry.com/column/2346469
To learn more about the flower species in the poem: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clematis_vitalba
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A contest entry
- Candle Titles... by Lj-.
525 points, ended October 7, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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I love the words you used here for the wreath- they really made me think. Clematis-tis, appear-as pear. I really enjoyed this one
K
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I like the imagery here
--Janette -
Nice take on your title choice.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck.
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Lovely. Wonderful imagery.
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