At four years old
Bow wow, meow
My nursery
With colors bold
Rhymes to be told
Committed there
To memory
At four years old
In kindie gard
My daddy fair
Produced a game
And with a dare
By rote I learned
St Nicholas
His journey told
To one and all
And to this day
Will give display
In days of old
Fourth grade, I’m told
A bird came down
The walk one day
A book of rhyme
Under her wing
With flies that buzz
A lilting thing
For death was not
Reality
There was no fear
At nine years old
Forgiveness from
Mine Emily
Am conquered by
A Carroll free
The Jabberwock
Hast come for me
It claims my tongue
For to proclaim
And takes its place
Within this brain
Beside the rhymes
Beneath the tree
With sugar plums
To dance with me
A gleam have I
For any near
To grab a floor
To have a hear
For meter holds
Mine own dear ear
A spell is cast
Upon my lines
Gives birth to mine
Own nursery rhymes!
© Jilly’s 2016
With a nod to Mother Goose for the photo!
We are creating mood with meter over at dVerse (Be still my little beating metered heart!) Come join us there, a poem to share! Oh no! A monster here has been unleashed!
Jilly, I”m smiling ear-to-ear. Meter and little ones just go hand-in-hand and this is pure delight. I enjoyed the little study in childhood development!
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Thanks, Victoria!
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Such a delightful read 😀 well done.
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Thank you!
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This is such an enjoyable read! I love the gradual transition you show as you are growing up from rhyme to rhyme, and now into your own rhymes! Beautiful, this poem lilts off the tongue! 😊
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Thanks, Zoe! (I am SO behind on my blog; haven’t read any of your work in a week.)
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Haha that’s fine! We all get like that sometimes, and I always appreciate your support! 😊
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Happy to hear the progression to Silly Jilly, Jilly! I love the playfulness you put in your verse. When you have fun, it means you enjoy what you do. It shows!
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Thanks 🙂
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Totally charming and fun, Jilly. I love, love, love it! 🙂
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Thanks, Rose!
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Love the meter and how playful it becomes in dimeter… it would be interesting how it would sound if you changed it to tetrameter… the tone would be entirely different.
At four years old Bow wow, meow
My nursery with colors bold
great work.
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Thanks, Bjorn! Sounds like a challenge I can’t resist!
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Oh, lovely! Every bit as lovely as the author!
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AW! Thank you, my friend!
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Loved this, Jilly! I encountered some of my own childhood favorites along the journey…and your sense of meter adds so much.
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This echoes my childhood so closely, so closely! Loved the fun, and the memories. Thank you! 🙂
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I’m so glad!
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Silly Jilly! I LOVE this — and needed this smile this evening! Thank you my dVerse friend — I am LOVING this! 🙂
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Thanks, Lillian! The needed smile tells me you are not enjoying the forced rcovery? Hope you get back on the dance floor soon – keep me posted 🙂
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You accomplished a great deal here. Marvelous childlhood story with just the right tone and words to make it rich with fun!
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Thank you!
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This was a joy to read! The meter and rhythm worked wonderfully well.
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Thanks!
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