Tonight’s rainy task before I strode the low tide was to sure-foot with the capricious fellows of the Mound Rock, Sutherland, northern Scotland
feral iii
tousled east of Pittentrail, legs stalwart, hooves
magnificent as Pan, piping venal excess
as Nannies frolic in their granites.
Billies browse the opposition, summoning
might to risk the herd’s usurper
whose hornèd head is tight
with hormones and the nascent
frise caprice to fight
© Kathy Labrum McVittie May 2022
According to Collins English Dictionary, frise is a fabric with a long normally uncut nap used for upholstery and rugs.
Perhaps appropriate for inclusion in another quadrille about the wild goats of Rogart, Sutherland, in response to dVerse’s Poets’ Pub
Tonight the gauntlet has been thrown eloquently by Linda Lee Lyberg. She bids us include a form of the word browse in a poem of exactly 44 words.
You’ve created such a perfect scene with your words!
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Thank you Linda! Sometimes the goats themselves descend and grace the scene.
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Cool photo and your words infuse it with life.
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Why, thank you kindly!
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You’re welcome!
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So visually engaging Kathy — excellent!
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Thank you Rob! It was a pleasure to connect to their feistiness…
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Tight lines make for a tense read. Much enjoyed.
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Thank you! I hereby release you from any excess precipice-dwelling!
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Whew! Thank you.💜
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Wow! Such mastery of words! Love it!
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Such joy for ‘mastery’ to be declared! Thank you Carol!
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I like your use of browse here. I was kind of assuming eating, so checking out the opposition was a nice twist.
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I think I was assuming eating too, until the lordly caprices took over. These beasts have a mind – and a Muse – of their own…
Mind you, goats do have odd food preference. I remember a semi-domestic one, tethered on a flowery grass verge, taking a shine to my cream corduroy trousers – with me still wearing them…
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oh my gosh… this is lovely, Kathy!
much love,
David [ben Alexander]
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Thank you David; your reponse gets me to smile with all my goaty teeth!
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Browse line
Essence of walled deer park, Frida Kahlo’s brows, a line, Her personal metaphor, One tame, another wild.
Naked moor and mountain Shorn with prehistoric stone axes. Then by greed and fire, Deer and sheep helped. Let seeds turn to trees, Rewilding saves our souls.
17 + 27 = 44 words a quadrille Copy write held by John Tuton Jackson Wednesday 1st June 2022 Queen Elizabeth 2s platinum Jubilee
Hope it’s ok
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Thank you John, for your very individual and apt-for-these-times take on ‘Browse’ – loving Frieda Kahlo’s triumphant entry! [I hope I read you correctly in publishing your Quadrillery here, sinse you do mot have a website.]
Your rewilding theme is pertinent for me, as I am hoping soon to “plant a grove” on the Trees for Life rewilding site at Dundrennan near Inverness, rather than waiting until I have parted from this mortal coil (which I have no intention of doing any time soon, let me add).
Watch this space for more on this!
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you Ingrid!
Those feral goats suerely don’t want confining in a pen, though – groan
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