Morning Star

A nonet poem

Morning star

She is at home on the battlefield,

The shaft comes with a ball and chain,

Her love is a morning star,

Effective with blunt force,

Causing great trauma,

Spiked at the ends,




This is my first nonet; a nine lined poem with a syllable count that descends from 9 – 1 as your work down the lines.

Original poem by © Darius the Mate

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