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.
For the bothersome dVerse Monday quadrille #126 prompt, and with thanks to H_ for scribing for me on the school run this morning:
What a bothersome great fuss,
another morning weekday rush
just to get to school on time
on a day so sweetly fine.
Look, the sky’s so brilliant blue,
Mum, can’t I stay home with you?
Absolutely not my dear,
get your butt outta here!
A quadrille is exactly 44 words, no restrictions otherwise, and must contain the prompt word or a variation, in this case ‘bother’.
For the dVerse Monday Quadrille prompt: “swift”.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, and it must include the prompt word or a variation – otherwise, no constraints.
The days flicker past.
No longer discrete,
they blur together
into an illusion of continuity. Continue reading
For dVerse’s quadrille #122 prompt “going… going… gone poeming”
The challenge: exactly 44 words, must include the word ‘go’.
I could step into my imagination,
and close the door behind me.
But if you want to,
you can come too.
Just take my hand
and step through…
we can go anywhere you want.
But quickly, close the door,
before they see we’ve gone!