Time for another quadrille challenge at dVerse Poets Pub.
Msjadeli – in a wonderfully rich, sobering and erudite look at the work of life, from laborious birth onwards – has suggested we riff on work-in-progress in a quadrille of exactly 44 words.
Well, having fretted about exactitudes and calibration as a scientist, and obsessed over the rights and wrongs of education, I am now getting lazy in my old age, and I have CHEATED.
I have pruned my pre-existing poem, removing the bit about a cat-shit contaminated sandpit at my infant school.
But the percussion instruments that were such a mystery to me at the same school – they are included, and at last I get my turn to play upon them.
As for the ‘holy work’: as William Blake said (Marriage of Heaven and Hell):
for every thing that lives is holy
Work-shopping, revisited I am a shopper at my own holy work. I mark my own essaying; I commend my performance, again and again. I award myself a riff on the drums; I select the beater, and resonate the triangle, ringing out in a song and dance © Kathy Labrum McVittie, 2022