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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