By Chrisrobertsantieau (Own work), “Constellations,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Shimmering, flickering, the stars appear,
glimmering patterns revealed. The Seer,
sees love flowing (in dark she is freer),
bewitched, enraptured by the twinkling spheres,
she casts her spells before they disappear.
This is for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge. The fiftieth! Well done, Jane!
She writes, ““The rules are simple, a single stanza of five lines of ten syllables each. The five end of line words all rhyme.” The rules may be simple, but following them never is. 🙂