ewe ain’t seen mutton yet

dVerse poetics prompt to use street names: Mutton Lane, Shoulder of Mutton Alley


 

The town grew up around a humble sheep farm. A stone farmhouse, before they razed it, had stood a hundred years, with sheepfold attached. The last farmer, third generation of sheep farmers in the family, built a butcher shop behind the house to diversify his business. His only son, Marcus, was known as a young boy for his skill at mutton busting (sheep riding) at the local fair. Once, he entered a national competition, winning a trophy which surpassed his own height and glittered like gold. The townspeople ooohed and aahhed when Marcus returned as a local celebrity. The farm and sheep are gone, but Marcus’s grandchildren still live on Mutton Lane and manage the butcher shop adjacent to Shoulder of Mutton Alley.

 

an old stone sheepfold

see one’s breath doing farm chores

bleating of the lambs

 

 

lamb will roar

 

prince of this world

like a lion in lamb’s wool

sneaking, seeking prey

as one who would devour

 

we like sheep sleep

 

King of the universe

like a Lamb led to his

shearing, spearing, pray

to One who would ransom

 

sheep from death’s sleep

 

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lion statue – pexels.com

 

 

contentment is green

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Earth’s new spring green

sings a theme serene

for ears and eyes keen

to creation’s pastoral scene.

 

On hills’ grassy sheen

fresh rain-washed clean

sheep shearer has seen

fluff-puff wool to glean.

 

A poets’ paradise pristine,

if you know what i mean.

 

 

For dVerse Poets “green” quadrille challenge and with my apologies to Luci Shaw 🙂

 

dona nobis pacem

 

heaven’s wings brush earth

peace, favor, goodwill to men

sheep dazzled by song

 

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Linking haiku to Carpe Diem