Four On Rhyme **************** It came to me, a gift so small. A golden box with key and all. The bows were tied to stay its fall.... It was a lovely thing!
The bearer of this gift to me Bespoke of hidden joys to see And made request with urgent plea.... Hold fast the prize I bring!
He bade me promise not to peek Or open up the box...but keep It sealed until a time to speak Of love in hearts that sing.
Although I gave my honest word To keep the gift unopened, heard Within its chambered walls...absurd, The call of loon in spring!
Oh joyous rapture to my soul! The song of songs which now I hold Within those chambered walls of gold.... Lie sounds of love on wings! ******
Written for the Musical Poetry Challenge Hostess: soumainiac
A nonce form by Sharon Peeples: Written in quatrains with lines 1, 2 and 3 of each stanza rhyming and having 8 syllables. The fourth lines of each stanza rhyme and contain 6 syllables. Any number of stanzas may be written.