The Acrostic Poem has been a long-standing challenge, mainly between B'Elana and PedanticBarSteward. However, we've decided to open up the idea to anyone who would like to take part, as a regular poetry challenge.
The word chosen each time is the Telegram Game's current word, so if you join in or subscribe to the telegram game you'll know as soon as it's announced. When you've completed your poem, submit it by posting to a new thread below, and we'll put the best of them together in the next issue.
On cold currents,
Leaves make a pile.
Innocents will play
Among the yellow and gold,
Fridays – spent lounging in Gold Mohur Bay,
Osmosis providing both coolth and shade,
Life in the tropics is under-rated,
If thirst is not kept well abated,
As the temperature soars to forty-five,
Getting cool means staying alive.
Eight Seers beers and come what may.
Fall comes late here,
Outside, half the trees are still well-covered.
Lazily, a few leaves meander groundward,
It's a long way down, they're taking their time.
Autumn hues? Well, not so much.
Green is still the colour of the day.
Eventually, they'll sneak and tumble, one night when you're not looking.
Falling, sailing to the ground,
Orange, yellow, red abound.
Laughing children play with conkers
In the leaves heaps dogs go bonkers
All prepare for winter now
Gradually the leaves turn brown
Empty trees without a crown.