This week's challenge is creating a poem using the words pause, play, and point. The image above is a portrait by artist Sir John Lavery entitled The Chess Players (1929).
Lovely ladies of the court
Play a little chess for their sport
Snugly seated on wine colored rugs
Pausing for their next move
My don’t they look snug
What thoughts could be brewing
In their young little minds
They both were plotting
An unwelcome surprise
But played some chess in disguise
Ah, coy little smiles
Flew upon their faces
And they neglected
Their delicate graces
Father points from the doorway
And dollish eyes bat away all traces
They are the apple of his eye
Lovely ladies of the court
Play a little chess for their sport
Snugly seated on wine colored rugs
Pausing for their next move
My don’t they look snug
What thoughts could be brewing
In their young little minds
They both were plotting
An unwelcome surprise
But played some chess in disguise
Ah, coy little smiles
Flew upon their faces
And they neglected
Their delicate graces
Father points from the doorway
And dollish eyes bat away all traces
They are the apple of his eye
Lovely ladies of the court
10 comments:
simple yet thoughtful...keep it coming.
Write Girl,
You did it again! The portrait and
the poem embraced, dancing across the
page.
+1 to Pradeep Bhatt - I love the simplicity of this piece!!! Keep writing!!!
This was really good for the prompt- "..Dolish eyes bat away all traces" Fun-
The poem is a great companion to the picture. Those sneaky, playful "lovely ladies of the court".
This is very cute and soft "lovely ladies of the court" I like it!!:)
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Hello! I was just stopping by to visit your blog after you visited mine. What a lovely creative place you have going on here. This was a great poem ... I don't think I could have done anything as wonderful and sophisticated.
This is quite creative. I can just see Father in the doorway . . .
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Wonderful! This poem compliments both the prompt words and the picture so well. I especially liked these lines:
'What thoughts could be brewing
In their young little minds
They both were plotting
An unwelcome surprise
But played some chess in disguise'
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