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The Pied Piper of Dreams (7 x7 square poem)

He was the pied piper of dreams.

Was the orchestra proud?! Tooting melodies serene;

The orchestra sublime, glorious chorus bringing dusk,

Pied proud glorious feathers of heavenly shades,

Piper tooting chorus of beautiful birdsong velvet;

Of melodies bringing heavenly birdsong in harmony,

Dreams serene, dusk shades, velvet harmony ends.


This challenge was to write a complete square poem of 7 lines x 7 words that display the same words vertically as well as horizontally, but forgiving of necessary punctuation, usually 24 hrs to complete. Absolute fun, not aimed to be a tongue twister though. I just couldn't bring myself to let go of this one.

We do take for granted a lot of nature around us, maybe we don't even notice the birds a lot of the time, so to take time to recall the sounds and focus on not just how they make us feel but to bask in the wonder of how it must be for the birds ... to have this marvellous interaction with each other and create such beauty all around simply by being. It's true not every bird has such sweet sounds ... what a unique moment to treasure when we are lucky enough to take time to listen.



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Location: England, UK

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