This month’s #poetrypals challenge was a new form to me: the cascade poem. I was mesmerized by Molly Hogan’s Slice of Life post on Tuesday. She posted amazing photos of a beach in Maine at sunrise on a very cold morning. I borrowed some words from her post to create a cascade poem about this photo by Molly.
Cascade Golden Morning
Cold. Cold. Single digit cold.
Walking the rhythm of the morning,
Day breaks to molten gold.Experience moves me. Bold
ripples through me, lifts me.
Cold. Cold. Single digit cold.Still lost in glory dawning,
toes throb in rebuke,
Walking the rhythm of the morning.Miniature forests of fairies hold
Margaret Simon, with words from Molly Hogan
a treasure chest of sparkling jewels.
Day breaks to molten gold.
Find more Cascade poems at these poetry blog sites: Molly, Heidi, Mary Lee, Laura, and Michelle.
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