That brings me to our quadrille word. Ice, ice, baby!
Remember your quadrille must be exactly 44 words, not counting the title and must include ice or a form of the word.
DARK ICE
Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
When naivete opens a door
There’s peril in just being nice
Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
Heed this scarred warrior’s advice
Learn from my tragic ‘before’
Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
When naivete opens a door
44-words
Form of a Triolet
This week, I would like you to write about your feelings towards this New Year and/or what you do in the first few days of January. Aim to write no more than three short, tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.
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On New Year’s Day we celebrated my firstborn’s 43rd birthday. She was the New Year’s baby in our area in 1980. What a fine distraction I have had since that wonderous day! The traditional drumbeat of regrets and fearful anticipation that seems to permeate New Year’s Day had always made it my least favorite holiday. A perfect baby girl changed my whole outlook, and, for that, I am eternally grateful.
Any baby’s birth holds endless promise and possibilities and encompasses the true meaning of a beginning. Now, I choose to turn inward embracing gratitude all through the dark cold month of January not the least bit concerned with future ‘what ifs.’. This identical spirit to Christmas continues warming me all through the winter months.
January first
A perfect message of hope
Comes from your own heart
https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/02/fireworks-and-a-dripping-tap/
Let’s sweeten up our quadrilles, shall we? Pop a bit of candy into your poem. Use it as a noun, verb or adjective. As always, the theme and style of your poem is open. Just remember your quadrille should be exactly 44 words, not including the title and include the word “candy” or a derivative of the word.
Everlasting memories of innocent first love
Sing to old romantic hearts.
Once confectionary kisses echo a tune
With an intimate rhythm lifting our aging souls.
Addled breathless waves,
Sweet as candy.
Sweep the present toward long-ago moments
Inspired by melodies written just for us.
44-words
This song not only compliments today’s theme but it also still curls my toes. 😉
In the tender gray,
I swim undisturbed.
by Celia Dropkin,
from, “In Sullivan County”
In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed
Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to incorporate the above quote into a piece of prose. This can be either flash fiction, nonfiction, or creative nonfiction, but it must be prose! Not prose poetry, and not a poem. And it must be no longer than 144 words, not including the title. (It does not have to be exactly 144 words, but it can’t exceed 144 words.)
One More Winter
She tried to focus on the morning scenery covered with pristine newly fallen snow. It was smokey gray now through the prism of her ancient eyes. Her heart raced as fun filled memories flooded her brain. Sliding, most often on her belly, effortlessly in high-speed tumble bumble ‘rat races’ as crystals danced in the air beside her family and friends. Over and over one game inspired another!
As the matriarch of her tribe, instinct whispered to her that this winter was her last. Now, infertile and infirm much of her time was meant to be spent alone. It was just as well, she was tired. As she slipped into the half-frozen life-giving river a calm peacefulness spoke to her.
“In the tender gray, I swim undisturbed.”
She couldn’t feel the cold or fight the current anymore. Final blessings gifted from Nature to elder otters.
144-words
https://dversepoets.com/2022/12/05/dverse-prosery-on-this-day-happy-december-5-birthday-poets/
For other authors’ pieces using this prompt follow the link below:
https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=29Nov2022&meme=13019
Welcome to the dVerse Poets Pub with me, Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, and another Quadrille Monday, when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words.
Today we have a little word that resonates and tinkles: bell.
Grand New Mood
{A triolet quadrille}
This grand new mood is lighter.
Ring, ring, ring, the joyful bell.
Darker times got brighter.
This grand new mood is lighter.
My gifted hugs much tighter,
The grace of feeling well.
This grand new mood is lighter.
Ring, ring, ring, the joyful bell.
44-words
https://dversepoets.com/2022/10/17/quadrille-162-for-whom-the-bell-tolls/
Here’s what to do:
*Write a poem (in any form) in response to the challenge: to pick three or more words from the spice list above to use in your poem.
On a paprika and saffron sky
Subdued by vanilla clouds
We bid the zest of day good-bye
On a paprika and saffron sky.
Time to savor a lush lullaby
Dispersed are imposing crowds
On a paprika and saffron sky
Subdued by vanilla clouds.
https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/
I first came across Lee’s work on Twitter – @LeeMadgwick – and was struck by his surreal landscapes, and those enigmatic buildings. I immediately wanted to share them with you guys, and see what poetry came out of them, and Lee was kind enough to give me permission to do that. Please stick with these images, as these are the ones we have permission for – but if you want to see more of Lee’s (amazing) work, you can find him at leemadgwick.co.uk.
So it’s very simple tonight – choose an image, and write a poem inspired by it. Please credit Lee, and please link back to this post, and to good old Mr Linky. And don’t forget to read and comment on other people’s poems.
Refuge
Shadows forge a crown of light
Combating joys and sorrows meet
Enchanted doves in easy flight
Shadows forge a crown of light
Sheltered moments free from plight
Exposing anguish to defeat
Shadows forge a crown of light
Combating joys and sorrows meet
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Triolet Form
https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/
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