Greetings yet again! This is a poem that I wrote on the 22nd of February 2017, and have since come back to many many times. I was doing archery with a friend when the sky suddenly exploded with color. I literally ran around excitedly and copied down this poem over the span of a thirty minute romp. At the time, I was reading a lot of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hopkins is a modern poet who used a very strange meter, yet at the same time drawing from ancient Anglo-Saxon meter where they only counted the stressed syllables in the meter. I drew heavily from the poem of his called Pied Beauty, and if you read the poem I think you will see where I got some of my ideas from. Anyways, I hope you enjoy a slightly more structured and meter-filled poem about candy and the sky.

Candy Floss

The sky being so soft,
Looks as light as candy floss.
The longer I do sit and ponder
It fills me with a deeper wonder.
Violet, pink, purple too!
Looks as sweet as honeydew.

Lo! The spheres are
Striped with pink!
Red! Blue! Purple too!
The heavens like a crystal lake,
Only a steeple doth dare to break,
Pierced with the cross so true.

Thank you God for striped things.
Clouds fly,
Flamed sky,
Every look is passing beauty,
Almost sad to see it leave,
Though I know it will return
Yet still sweeter than before.