A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, A30 – rondeau poem, which uses the pattern: aabba aabR aabbaR


That Shoutmon's Song

Someone plays a song upon the breeze.
It beckons, like a siren, to me.
My ears open up; my muscles squeeze –
It's like this sweet song has turned a key
freeing the pot begging for release.

It's a pot full of whispering bees
coughing their worries with a strong wheeze.
With aching words they put forth their plea.
My ears open up…

They want help, but it's more than unease
I feel. I want to try and appease
not just because they cry; I would be
anyway – but there is a slim tree
trunk, branching, tying me close to he.
My ears open up…