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#poetry #poetrycommunity #newpoems #alliterativepoetry #alliterative #alliterativeverse #middleenglish style A bit from my poem "Musvigsaga" https://www.instagram.com/p/Br3lJwbnrPg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o3suqts1xt5l

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Bigfoot
Beautiful Beatrice was both bewildered and bemused when she beheld a bevy of belligerent bigfoots brazenly boasting of their brainy brilliance above a brightly bejeweled backgammon board. These benign, albeit behemothic beings began to bound boldly ballerina-like, before a blazing bonfire. Betwixt and between their bafflingly boisterous bouts of ballet they braised a brawny bison, basting it with beefy broth and borrowed butter. Benighted, these barbarous brutes bedded down in bowers of broken balsam boughs.
Trees that speak.
I'm writing about trees that speak in alliterative verse, which means I have to learn to write in alliterative verse. J R R Tolkien wrote beautiful alliterative poems. Who knew? Probably a lot of people, but I didn't until tonight. I loved this one best of all:
With winding horns winter hunted
in the weeping woods, wild and ruthless;
sleet came slashing and slanting hail
from glowering heaven grey and sunless,
whistling whiplash whirled by tempest.
The floods were freed, and fallow waters
sweeping seaward, swollen, angry,
filled with flotsam, foaming, turbid,
passed in tumult. The tempest died.