From a current and long past 30C summer day in Australia, a response to the dVerse quadrille prompt “shivering“:
Swaddled by the oven-breath air,
lips pale against sunburned skin,
we stare out to sea,
asking for “just one more”
“please, just one more”
as we watch the rollers
waiting for the perfect
to carry us to shore.
When we went to the beach when I was a kid, which we did a lot, we’d stay in the water until we were freezing – which actually didn’t take that long in the cold waters off the south coast of Australia, even on the hottest day. My mother would have to yell at us to get out of the water because our lips were turning blue and she could see us shivering. The water is a lot warmer along the east coast where I swim and body surf with my kids now, but they still usually have to be told to come out.
For the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt “muse cues“: write a quadrille (exactly 44 words) using the word muse or some variation.
Kookaburra sits in the old gumtree,
shouting out into the bush is he:
“This is my territory!”
“Hey, how about sex?”
“Are you looking at me?”
“Seriously, how about sex?”
“Yeah, you and whose army?”
In loud amused glee,
kookaburras mates’ reply:
I heard the kookaburras at dawn this morning, yelling across the clearing to each other – saying much the same things humans are always trying to yell at each other, but with an appropriately amused tone.
The guardianship application says Mr…
I could ask for it to be corrected.
But why bother?
He doesn’t remember he held that title.
Alcohol didn’t feed the flame of his intelligence.
It doused it,
leaving nothing but a pale slurry of ashes.
A quadrille for the dVerse “ashes to ashes” prompt: 44 words exactly, including the word ash or a variation.
The dVerse Monday quadrille challenge was to use the word groove or a variation in a poem of exactly 44 words:
We fitted together
like tongue and groove.
We slotted in place
and never moved.
Which was fine for a while
until the rains fell, Continue reading
For the dVerse quadrille prompt “stand”:
My mistake, I stand corrected…
Well, no, not stand,
I sit dejected.
In fact, I’m prone,
as I’m being vivisected.
Go on, use your scalpel,
dig in deep with that probe,
see what you unravel.
Am I role model or martyr?
Or cautionary example?
A quadrille is exactly 44 words, and it must include the prompt word or a variation thereon, in this case “stand”.
For the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt “stream“:
Dirt and ‘roos -> gravel -> tarmac, one lane -> two lanes -> white lines -> more lanes, highway barricades.
Trees -> fields -> farms -> villages -> outskirts -> suburbs -> cement-grey city towers.
Farm utes -> dusty wagons -> soccer-mums’ four-wheel drives -> city-cars – shiny bubbles of banality on wheels…
all of us joining the stream
d’Verse is back from a summer hiatus – yay! And happy 10th Birthday dVerse!
Today’s prompt is “juke” for a quadrille. So that’s exactly 44 words, and must include juke or a variation thereon.
The last time I used a jukebox was decades ago, in Melbourne… Nice to have some memories dredged up, but I’m feeling old and nostalgic now.
We meet the horse-and-carriage man
outside a corridor-narrow diner
under a pink Melbourne sky.
Sat at a formica-topped table,
the horse-and-carriage man orders teas –
his shout tonight.
The busker drops one of his coins into the jukebox
and tells me to choose a song.
This is for the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt “smudge”. A quadrille is 44 words exactly, and must include the prompt word.
I have tried,
I have tried so hard!
I have drunk coffee,
wiggled my toes
sat in the front row
holding my eyes open…
Only to find myself,
woken at the lecture’s end
with drool and
a smudge of ink on my cheek.
A lot of my poetry is at least semi-autobiographical. This is definitely autobiographical. Despite quite enjoying biochemistry at uni, I did sleep though almost every 8am lecture, no matter how hard I tried to stay awake. And I woke up more than once with my face stuck to my smudged notes. I don’t know what the poor lecturer thought of me sleeping in the front row with my eyes propped open.
I’m a little late for the dVerse Monday quadrille, but here is my take on Curiosity:
What drives you?
What gets you out of bed,
out the door,
out of your comfort zone?
Is it need?
Need got us out of the trees,
greed got us across the seas…
Curiosity got us to Mars.
For the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt “What’s in a word?”:
The challenge is to write a quadrille, so that’s exactly 44 words, including the homograph pair (same spelling different meaning) “wound”.
Did you never wonder where my words went?
I wove them into bandages,
and wound them well about me
to dress the wound yours left.
But your words still fester within,
and my own have become a winding sheet
that I tied too tourniquet-tight.