"Spring" by Francois Boucher‘Spring Fling’ by Cheryl Corey The Society April 26, 2021 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 8 Comments . O Spring, you’re such a tease, Fickle as a good-time lover; Temptingly, you hover Warm against my cheek, Windless, save a zephyr; And oh so soft your whisper Of promise, only to hide Away again. I seek, Not to find. Your breeze Blows hot, then cold. Decide! . . Cheryl Corey’s recent credits include the current issue of Iconoclast and www.grand-little-things.com. Other publications include Iambs & Trochees, Deronda, The NeoVictorian/Cochlea, The Comstock Review, Mobius, and Time of Singing. In 2007 she received 1st Place for the Dylan Thomas Award and Honorable Mention for the June Kraeft Memorial Award in The World Order of Narrative and Formalist Poets contest. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 8 Responses jd April 26, 2021 Your poem makes me feel you might reside in New England. Enjoyed reading it. Reply Cheryl Corey April 26, 2021 You’re right – I live in Connecticut, and springtime here is crazy! One day it’s 70, then it’s 35 and snowing! The opening line came to me as I sat outside on one of the balmier days, and then I was seized by the concept. I’m glad you enjoyed reading it. Reply Julian D. Woodruff April 26, 2021 “First you say you will, and then you won’t …” Reply Margaret Coats April 26, 2021 This poem reads with a lot of warm spring in it, having a real fling with rhyme and meter. Crazy rhyme scheme, a couple of imperfect rhymes, enjambment stretching, and a tetrameter line that isn’t necessarily noticed in the trimeter poem because one foot is pyrrhic. Nice fit of form to content! Reply Cheryl Corey April 27, 2021 Thank you Margaret. I’m trying to improve my technical ability; to that end, I’m re-reading Writing Metrical Poetry by William Baer. I’ll next re-read my copy of A Poet’s Guide to Poetry by Mary Kinzie. If you (or anyone else) can recommend other reading, I welcome your suggestion(s). Reply C.B. Anderson April 26, 2021 I get it, Cheryl. I work outside every day, and sometimes the sun does not fulfill its promise, but soon I will wish the weather were more fickle — when July sends down its stifling heat. Where have you been all these years? I got my start in Iambs & Trochees too, but that was a long time ago. Reply Cheryl Corey April 26, 2021 Iambs & Trochees – ah, those were the days. In 2005 they published my poem “Metromania”. I began writing poetry in earnest back in 2000. I went to a literary club meeting one summer night, just something to do, and then I thought – hmm – I dabbled in poetry back in college. So I took a production approach to writing and had some modest publication success over the years. About 5 years ago, however, I switched from poetry to fiction. I’ve had 2 short stories anthologized, a novella published, and early this year finished a novel manuscript (7 years in the making) that I’m querying. I just got back into poetry in the past six months, having a pretty creative spurt. Funny how I keep coming back to my first love – poetry. I think it’s made me a better fiction writer too. Reply Terry L. Norton April 27, 2021 Your poem is a masterful mix of iambs and trochees. Some hidebound types – though none of the comments so far are suggestive of such – might object to this mingling. Yet an examination of Milton’s “L’Allegro” and “Il Penseroso” reveals a well-crafted admixture of both meters, as does Sarah Josepha Hale’s “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” now ascribed to that ancient and eminent poet Mother Goose. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.