Windows tight against the storm curtains straight, nothing flutters it is the way of storms to blow wind pounding against shutters leaves to fall and scatter winds of change wash over me as raindrops fall and splatter cleansing my spirit my soul set free
The trail was hardscrabble and loose sienna sand bluejays singing babble sky grey and bland over boulders I grappled as gait became unsteady leeside shade was dappled paint and canvas at the ready the clouds begin to part I begin dabbling at my art
Lisa is hosting our dVerse quadrille challenge with our prompt of “abide”
When I first read the prompt, my mind immediately went to love poetry, not quite my mood today. The winds are fierce and I am practicing a little kitchen witchery with a chicken carcass. Naturally, I immediately thought of soup. I make soup like my Grandma made, boiling left-over bones down for stock. My kitchen (OK actually my whole house) smells divine on this blustery autumn day. On chilly windy days, we made soup and she would tell me the story of “Stone Soup” ah but that’s a tale for another day.
Soup – a meal in a can?
“Soup’s good for you”, she said vegetable, chicken or chili instead served piping hot with cheese and bread. Canned soups I simply can’t abide never knowing what may lurk inside too often thin, tasteless, and bland so I make my own whenever I can
Whimsygizmo is hosting this month’s quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub and asks to polarize ourselves with a poem of 44 words, including “magnet.”
Pull of the Compass
Your voice reached my ears and drew my eyes to you with all the force of an electro-magnet my heart followed the way a compass points north and then my mind with unerring precision I know in a manner unknowing precisely where you are
Linda Lee Lybergis our host for quadrille this week and has given us the challenge of “Magic” We could all use a little magic right now.
Looking for Magic
A dandelion wish blown to the wind a grandchild’s kiss my heart to mend look to the rainbow look to the moon look for the magic you’ll find it soon magic of words gentle and kind just look for magic and magic you’ll find
Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and has beckoned us with the prompt of “peel.” Late winter in the Black Hills with spring just around the corner is all about change, peeling back the layers of winter snow to catch a glimpse of the promise of warmer days to come.
Peel Back the Layers
Slither out of yesterday’s dream peel back the layers and start again like a snake whose skin has grown too tight peel back the layers of the inevitable march of time peel back the layers one by one learning to walk before we run
Lillian is hosting dVerse Poets Pub final Quadrille of 2019 and asks us to glow with the season. “Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “glow” or a form of the word within the body of the poem. A synonym for glow does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the word, or a form of the word.”
Dancing in the Glow
Waning moonlight shines on the forest below painted now and covered with icicles and snow wild dancing ’round the firelight’s glow the winter pixies perform their show but old Mother Winter doesn’t watch alone I gaze in silent wonder frost nipping at my nose
Word count 44
And Winter Came – Enya
Til next time ~ May the joy of the holidays glow in your heart ~JPP