Dragon’s Keep
Shining stars of diamonds
sparkles glint off walls of gold
water runs in wide rivulets
the sound like clinking coins
changing hands
The walls are slick with damp
dank smells burn the eyes
the shadows lengthen
dark and deep
here within the dragon’s keep
word count 44
This post inspired by Fandango’s Friday Flashback
and originally posted on 11/4/19 for dVerse Poets Quadrille
Til next time ~if you can’t take the heat, don’t poke the dragon ~JP
Wow, is it Friday again? Already? You sure? OK, OK, yeah it is. On to another Flashback Friday where Fandango invites us to share some of our older posts. I just realized that in recent years I haven’t written a lot in July. It’s a tough time of year for Spoonies who don’t tolerate heat well (like me for instance). I did come across a quadrille poem from this date 2019 that I thought you might enjoy.
Hope and Freckles
Hope flutters around
sparkles and iridescence
shining like foil confetti
blowing in the summer wind
Elusive and evasive
try catching snowflakes
on your tongue
uncatchable and unstoppable
A freckle that mars
perfect alabaster skin
difficult to see beyond
harder still to look away from
word count 44
Inspired by Fandango’s Flashback Friday and
originally written for dVerse Poets Quadrille
Til next time ~ Own the night like the fourth of July ~JP
De (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting Quadrilles at dVerse Poets Pub and has asked for a poem about “bother” what bothers us, what do we find bothersome? What gets us hot and bothered? Hmmm … as I poke my muse repeatedly until she finally gets tired of being bothered and manages to convey some sort of inspiration.
Dreams of Late — a quadrille
At night of late
dark dreams have come
frightening and bothersome
dark shapes I cannot see
swoop, harass and bother me
moonless skies
throughout the night
colors fading from my sight
searching for the moon’s bright light
I wake to find it’s all illusion
word count 44
Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP
Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille
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
word count 44
For dVerse Quadrille – dabbling
Til next time ~Stay Trippy hippies ~JP
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
word count 44
Til next time ~Peace ~JP
Linda Lee Lyberg is 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
word count 44
Strange Magic – ELO
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Whimsy Gizmo is hosting dVerse Quadrille this week and asks us to “stir” things up a bit. Supermoon magic brewing here at chez spoons, so …
Full Moon Magic
Bit of this, pinch of that
tongue of dog, wool of bat
something magic might occur
give the cauldron a thorough stir
Kitchen spoon of a restaurateur
add a pinch of balsam fir
let the powers now confer
full moon magic begins to stir
word count 44
Witches Brew — Omnia
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
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
word count 44
Old Hippie – Bellamy Brothers
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Whimsygizmo is hosting Quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week and has given us the prompt of “fill.”
Stay Little a Little Longer
Stay little a little longer
so I can hold you
a few moments more
here by the warm glowing fire
toys covering the floor
Childhood is too soon over
I’ll never have my fill
of storybooks and silly rhymes,
days of Jack and Jill
Word count 44
Puff the Magic Dragon — Peter, Paul & Mary
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
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
(Sorry couldn’t resist) 😉
Wide Eyed Wonderings 