And now for something completely different: rising to a challenge, set by one of the rumbustious community of poets at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
The challenge set yesterday by De Jackson aka WhimseyGizmo was to write a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) – this time including a version of the word muse (I chose ‘bemused’) .
Here is my poem, ready to be visited by other quadrillers, while I go on a quadrilateral four-sided 360-degree blog- tour to seek out theirs. You can do the same by referring to the dVerse article.
Happy hunting!
feral
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bemused, confused, they rused a plan
her tanned skin drum, his crow bodhrán;
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thus she stood by, clad in soft wool;
transfused with blood; pulse on the pull
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tip of his tongue peeped ‘tween his teeth,
played pipes, while goats danced on the heath
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Copyright © Kathy Labrum McVittie 11 January 2022 All rights reserved
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Something about the line “pulse on the pull”, works wonderfully.
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Thank you for this feral feedback, Carol. Working my edge among the sedge…
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Kathy – this really flows beautifully – I read it again just because it sounded so good. Also – you’ve taught me a new word: ‘Bodhrán’ – I’d never heard of that before! Thank you 🙂
❤
David
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I’m delighted by your words Ben, and chuffed that you’ve enjoyed “mine”. Just ones I’ve gathered from the river of life, love and lust.
About 15 years ago my then-partner and I joined Cambridge (UK) Folk Club and were treated to live Bodhran playing that blew me away. Here in topmost Scotland the Celtic tradition is alive and well, celebrated by a few of my chums.
(I am not onto Advanced level accent insertion skills yet!)
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And (David this time) thank you for very tenderly and tacctfully alerting me to my mis-spelling. Your version is so much better, and now adopted with a goat-skip. (We do have feral goats here, at a place called The Mound Rock near Rogart, Sutherland, barely a dozen miles south from me.)
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Kathy, it’s more than my pleasure ❤ – I love this poem!
Sincerely,
David
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Gorgeous flow here, and rhyme. So happy you’ve found the Quadrille! Welcome! 🙂
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Feeling honoured by your generous response, De.. Thank you for welcoming me to the dVerse party and for the wee tot of heather wine, which may account for why an earlier-penned response to you went missing on the ether… h(ether) …wh(ether) or not… Looking forward to the next quadrillery already!
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Great to see you at dVerse, we always welcome new visitors… this poem reads like a fantastic story. Part of thinks a bit like an Icelandic Saga.
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What a glorious accolade Bjorn! It is part fantasy, part mythic experience, and now with putative overtones of Icelandic or Orcadian (I’m not too far from Orkney). Thank you!
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Nice flow and vivid imagery. Nicely done poem.
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Thank you for your encouragement, Arcadia. I feel very welcomed by dVerse -rs, and hope to join more challenges!
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just lovely words with just as lovely imagery here. Loved reading this. thanks.
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So delighted you enjoyed this, Selma! Thank you for dancing by.
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A wonderful piece of poetry! Amazing imagery used here.. 🙂
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Thank you Quaranjavirus; you are so kind!
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It’s Veera. 🙂
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Ah, that’s nice to know! I’ll try to be less formal another time!
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exceptionally lovely. Thanks for sharing this. Adored your collection of words and the photo too. The photo reminds me of a poem that was born as I turned the calendar pages of my wall calendar one year. Right before me was that exact landscape– nurturing under the yon glaring, illimitably distant sun, in the same talismanic earth.
Yours are lovely words. Thanks so much for sharing. Be well, I wish you miracles.
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Your affirmations are like miracles Selma! The landscape is a brithday card sent by a dear friend, who had also picked up some of the intensity with threads that she had tapestried into a bookmark.
Hey, I love your “glaring, illimitably distant sun” and the “talismanic cearth” is even more luscious. Have you ever tried submitting to synkroniciti magazine? It’s where I am finding a home …
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There is a lovely flow to this, no doubt!
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I have a Muse, although they are as yet rather unsure about their role…
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A muse is a muse, they needn’t know about their role, isn’t it!
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