The Swamp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFGGHIIJKKFLLLA AMNNOPPQRRSTTUVVLWWL BCXLLLYYZA2A2B2LLC2X XLD2D2E2F2F2VBB

FOR one whole day and a long night throughA
We made our campB
In a she oak grove by a coastal swampC
Our tent gleamed white in the she oak treesD
Whose falling hairE
Made a soft brown mist in the sweet blue airE
A sound subdued from their tresses roseF
A moan a sighG
As of unseen seas when the breeze went byG
'Twas wattle time and the scented bloomH
New lit and youngI
In a mass of gold from the still trees hungI
There music dwelt and a splendour movedJ
Through all the dayK
From the green of dawn to the twilight grayK
For careless ever like one who goesF
Where Joyance leadsL
Sang the little reed bird in the tall green reedsL
Blue swift and slender the dragonfliesL
A hawking flewA
And a hawk hung poised in the burning blueA
A crane slow flapping its great wings passedM
Across the sceneN
And a parrot jewelled the leafy screenN
In twos and threes from the hills aroundO
The peewits cameP
And the brush flower burnt like a crimson flameP
On ti tree trunk and on frond and logQ
The lizards sleptR
While the sun moved west and the shadows creptR
The sun moved west and the tall hills sentS
Broad shadows eastT
And the reed bird's song in the reed beds ceasedT
Then fell a hush and within that hushU
Rose clear and shrillV
A cicada note on a distant hillV
A note of farewell it seemed to usL
Its singing boreW
And the night came down and it sang no moreW
Night came with shadows and fitful gleamsL
And mist and dampB
And our fire burned red by the coastal swampC
Then life not known of the daytime wokeX
That life that preysL
On the feathered things of the leafy waysL
We heard feet moving and velvet wingsL
On swamp and heightY
And a dingo howling across the nightY
As faces lit by the red camp fireZ
We mused enthralledA2
Like a lone lost spirit a curlew calledA2
Brown crickets sang in the moisty mouldB2
And every breezeL
Drew a moaning note from the she oak treesL
And all night long as they swayed and moanedC2
Strange fancies wokeX
And we could not rest for the things they spokeX
Thus much and more through the hours we sawL
Thus much we heardD2
In that place of blossom and tree and birdD2
Since then gold wattles have bloomed and bloomedE2
And moons aloftF2
In the sky have wizened and waned full oftF2
And yet at times when the night is stillV
In dreams I trampB
Through the white sand dunes to that coastal campB

Roderic Quinn



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Swamp poem by Roderic Quinn


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 15 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets