Here’s my rubaiyat (though I think I lost the rhyme scheme in the last two stanzas – gah!), inspired by how sound carries on a bright day, above an urban setting…The title is a nod, of course, to the Robert Frost poem mentioned on the NaPoWriMo site.
Stopping Above Huddersfield on a Sunny Afternoon
From the great lawn below, sounds shine up:
each dandelion instant, each buttercup
that dots the afternoon, this warm air’s stave
with symphonic gulps from each pint’s sup.
On her cracking patio, she’s trying to save
the barbecue from doom. Despite the grave
warnings on the sausage’s pack: Defrost
five hours. She gives her guests a half-baked wave.
He’s tracing each bubble, counting hours lost
last night. How many did he accost
in the primal lights of Lloyds No 1?
Yet no new contact, just lines crossed.
On the bus, they’re avoiding each other’s eyes,
holding singles tightly. Craving KFC fries,
a giant Pepsi. Alone, with the sun.
From the driver’ seat, a blackbird harmonises.