Ah, I see what you mean now, Nigel. A rogue letter crept in to screw up the end of the acrostic, which should (and now does!) read 'LARF'.

[quote=Peter Goulding;287415]Not me Rob. Tricky enough as it is. I expect someone will end up doing it in Latin with every line a palindrome.

Says the man who's just produced a bloody villanelle!

Well, Rob, you've done the acrostic - but my implicit challenge to Bazza (or anyone else) was to make it rhyme. Ha-ha, chiz, enuff said!

P.S. The last word was originally LARK - I don't know why you've changed it to LARF.

Threat-filled gusts carouse this night.
Through trees the moon casts fingers:
Shadows long, clutching and bent;
Their grip on one’s heart lingers.

Solemn statues line the drive,
Each stony visage haunting;
Golem-life they seem to have
(Endowed, somehow): dumb, daunting.

Gravel grinds beneath my shoes,
Shifts, scrunching, under tip-toes;
Silent though I strive to stride,
Each crunch (so loud!) yet echoes.

Starting up steps to the door (the key -
Yes - in my pocket!)
To enter – late - unheard, I creep-
Pray wife’s asleep! – then lock it.

[I caught just in time, before sending in the entry, my error - carelessly having S3L2 begin 'Moves', which has become 'Shifts' to suit S3L1's end].
I also, late on, rewrote L1 from 'Wild and windy was the night' to something less hackneyed.]

P.S. The last word was originally LARK - I don't know why you've changed it to LARF.[/quote]

Simply to make it circular, Brian-it starts and ends with the letter 'f'. For what it's worth. Which is nothing, I know.

Rob, I commend you for it! And I too, independently, have felt a strange drive to make my entries circular. But I wonder why?
(Do I have a similar urge, on finding odd pieces of string, to tie their ends together? I don't think so.
I do though always plug together the ends of extension leads after coiling them up to put away...) ;):D

Ah, I understand now. I hadn't spotted that. Circularity, eh? Perhaps you've been reading too much Eliot - "In my beginning is my end", and so forth.

That reminds me of James Thurber's grandmother, who always ensured that there were plugs in all the sockets for fear of electricity leaking out during the night.

Daisychain

Daisychain, daisychain,
Nursling of Spring,
Garland of garden grass,
Shrubbery string.

Gift to your sweetheart or
Ring from your lover,
Recreant daisychain,
Nexus of never.

Rite of the sunshine and
Dew on the meadow,
Wandering wildering
Garland of sorrow,

Westering daisychain,
Necklace of Maying,
Ghost of the garden grass
Sings without saying.

Very nice, John. I do like it when content complements form so explicitly.