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Luce
fortytwo wrote:A sloe hedged path of grass and moss
leads to a channeled stream embossed
upon the creeping mud and slime
and there our little skiffs confined.
L1-4 - I like the rich imagery that L1-L2 provides. I especially like this line "leads to a channeled stream embossed".
Not sure if "confined" is a good word choice since it can easily imply that the skiff is stuck in the "mud and slime". Maybe a better word choice could be: reside, park, rests, or awaits. My vote would be "awaits" because of what follows in the second stanza. Of course this means changing L3 to contain a matching end rhyme for "awaits".
Perhaps instead of saying "skiffs" just "skiff"? It makes it more of a personal journey of the N rather than a crowd. However, it isn't a deal breaker if you don't change it.
In silent mist of cold grey air
we start our day’s adventure there
as oars caress the roading streams
run seaward where awaits the dream.
L5-8 - I like L6. It starts the adventure in the poem and has an upbeat rhythm to it. Not crazy about using "roading" in L7 since it is heavily associated with cars, ATVs, etc. I'm wondering if you can introduce another sense in the poem rather than sight for L5.
The infant river’s lapsing stride
propels our progress with the tide
then expands to a wider reach
where restless vessels fetch and reach.
L9-12 - Another word besides "infant" to describe the river for L9? I can't buy a river as small. Not crazy about repeating "reach" twice in L11-12. Maybe other images involving water fowl or turtles to fill L11-12 along with matching rhymes?
Seabirds awakened from their rest
make plaintive call for daylights fest
that lies upon an island strand’s
flaxen, sea fed nurturing sand.
L13-16 - Not a favorite stanza. Just reads very awkward and forced, especially L14 (daylights fest). L15-16 not as bad and I do like "nurturing sand".
Ahead the mist is sundpierced through,
our little ship comes into view
incites our oars more rapid beat
to fix our skiff to the yachts cleats.
L17-20 - Typo with sun pierced. Wasn't aware that the skiff was headed for a sailing yacht but okay. Not crazy about L19. It reads as if the oars are incited and not the people handling the oars.
We climb aboard our hobbled steed
to hoist the sails as means for speed
Pegasus wings aloft are set
so restlessly it veers and frets.
L21-24 - My least favorite stanza. Describing the sailing yacht as a "hobbled steed" just doesn't work for me. It creates a dark image. And although you do link the horse imagery with a mythical one (Pegasus) the switch doesn't negate the hobbled imagery for me. Perhaps a remedy to this is to make the yacht somewhat restless in its anchor?
The tethers bind wind gifted strength,
attendant masters tread the length
to coil and cleat and needs attend
so safe upon our journey send.
L25-28 - Okay. Stanza progresses the poem along. No nits.
Then from the taut grey chain we’re freed
so unrestrained we gather speed
outbound towards the open sea
and synthesis of liberty.
L29-32 - I would have preferred having some imagery describing the "synthesis of liberty" instead for the end.