The child peppered the sky with questions,
Why do my tears and the ocean taste salty?
Why does this plant taste like lemon,
but my cat smells like nutmeg?
A moon-breeze carried the scent of roses and wonder–
she understood then, everything is connected.
This is for dVerse. Kim has asked us to write a quadrille using some form of the word pepper in honor of the 50th Anniversary of the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Ancient songs
drifting through space,
invisible
indivisible
immutable
(listen)
above,
just out of reach
but there,
part of the universe
unhurried
unvarying in variation
we—
poor devils—
do you hear?
(listen again)
the storm is coming
when it clears
hear the stars
calling you
Another storm quadrille, using Secret Keeper’s words: Above/Ancient/Part/Devil/Poor
I’m wondering if there’s storm coming today in D.C.
The angry god in petulant fury
raised his triton high—
soon scorched-ash clouds filled the sky,
covering the moon.
The storm raged, the sea roiled,
thunder echoed,
lightning flashed,
till Aurora said “enough, be done!”
And opened a door
to let in the sun.
John Constable, Stormy Sea, Brighton,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt was storm.
Yesterday, Kerfe, Jane, and I in a bit of mysterious blog sisterhood and synchronicity all wrote about doors (with a bit of help from Emily Dickinson). I decided to play with the idea some more.
The wind whispers a secret,
in sibilant sighs
it cries,
rattling windows, rustling at the door,
the sound it wants more
it moans,
Let me in
and you fear it,
this wind
as it whispers again,
this is our secret,
let me come in
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt was sounds.
Time wasn’t, then was,
once, the universe banged,
whirred, whispered
echoing across space
melody carried by stars
(adding harmony)
and cosmic dust
(rhythm)
sound dancing through Saturn’s rings
echoes reverberating through oceans
sensed in two heartbeats joined
echoing
somewhere, someplace
time was and is
A quadrille for dVerse. Host De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, asks us to use the word “echo.”
I was thinking about space and then listened to this, Audra McDonald singing “Somewhere” from West Side Story. 🙂
From my chair, I watch the sun rise rosy-pink,
in stillness, I blink, think,
drink coffee black,
listen to birds twitter-clack,
cats nap,
I map
adventures from this place
oceans, stars, outer space,
I wonder, how far thoughts travel, go,
then smile—I know
Today is Day 25 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write about a space that is meaningful to you. I usually sit at the kitchen table and write, and I am very much a morning person. This is a quadrille for dVerse, the prompt was some form of the word “still.”
Fairy-queen,
silver moonlight drizzled in her hair,
glowing, gleaming in the night,
she dances unaware
of eyes transfixed by the sight,
a body stilled, by glance ensnared,
she twirls and whirls, entrancing sprite,
unable to move, he stays right there
bound, bewitched, until daylight
Henry Fuseli [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This is Day 12 of NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to use alliteration and assonance. I wrote a quadrille for dVerse that fits both prompts. 🙂 The prompt word was “drizzle.”
Chincoteague/ Assateague, March 2016
Shadows dance beneath bubble clouds,
shimmering ghosts,
twist and skip in the sparkling spring breeze,
jarring my memories–
that melt,
spill,
as dawn,
a balloon whispering of journeys, rises
(on cue)
roses and green leaves open,
unscarred,
breathe,
grin, giggle, and uncurl,
lulling me
First poem for this year’s NaPoWriMo. Instead of today’s prompt, I did a challenge from dVerse and used all of the quadrille prompt words. (I think I got all of them.)
Dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath(e), scar, curl, whisper, dawn, ghost, giggle, spring, balloon
The child cradled the balloon,
what was left of it,
with wisdom beyond her years,
she sang a song of loss,
reality, what was and what is,
now grown, she’s flown
floated, landed
(grounded),
no hot air within her,
but love
makes her soar
This is a quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word was balloon. This poem is based on an event that I cannot explain without embarrassing one of my daughters, but the sentiment applies to both daughters.
Here is more spring-like quadrille for dVerse.
With delight, the robin sings
amidst his vernal wandering,
each treble note
seems to float
over newly surfaced yellow-green,
and we are keen
to feel the warmth, to taste the air,
to go about without a care
to listen to the songs of spring
By J. M. Pearson (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
