Original Poem and Rewrite for One Stop Poetry:
The following poem was written and posted here in my blog on January 15, 2011 for the Small Stones project at River of Stones. I have rewritten it in iambic pentameter blank verse as a submission to One Stop Poetry's call for rewrites of free verse in this form and for One Shot Wednesday:
Still imaginings of life suspended
beyond this hard shell of walls at dawn.
A pure white world lies without
warm eider down within.
A rumble and a growl intrude
to pierce the peace, to force a pass
as plow plunders the sleep of beauty
in her mantle of white.
Then echoes from the labyrinth;
the clang of sword on forge as
plowshares form to plunge in turn
the earth awakened under snow.
Snow (Rewrite in Iambic Pentameter, Blank Verse)
Imaginings of life suspended, still,
Beyond a shell of hard, cold walls at dawn.
White world of snow lies silently outside;
Soft quilt of eiderdown warms one within.
A growl and rumble shake the earth beneath,
To pierce the peace, to force a pass in dark,
Disturbing beauty in her sleep so sound;
Plow plunders mantle’s pure and silent form.
Then echoes heard within the labyrinth;
The clang of swords as plowshares come from forge
To plunge in turn the sphere of earth below,
Awak’ning under snow to nurture seed.