Depression, the boa constrictor
Slithers on the ground around my feet.
I thought it was kept in its cage
But it has broken free.
The boa constrictor slithers
Up my legs, around my body, squeezing,
It is a rope without knots
And I am caught.
This quadrille, containing the word “swift,” is for DVerse (a day late) and for FOWC: Spark (on time).
One spark alights, on grass and kindling dry
One spark ignites, swiftly all its surroundings
One spark lights, a fallen Lucifer
In the inky night, flinging open a portal
To hell, as flames leap up where
One spark fell.
Such a warm and sunny day, Yet stuck at home With nowhere in particular to go, What to do with this time, but bide? Where is life’s map I was supposed to follow? I dropped it long ago, Now we’ve all walked farther away.
Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back yard. It had been a while.
Today is the 11th day of JusJoJan, and the prompt is “Letter,” which is easy to write about because every post is made up of letters. 🙂 I have started several more poems today than I have finished. Many letters have a line but no stanza, and some stanzas stand alone, without a poem. Maybe I could write a poem about that.
This quadrille is for DVerse, and when I saw the post title, “In the Inglenook,” I thought it must be gibberish because I had never heard that word before! Maybe it’s because I live in California, where we have no need of fireplaces (or, therefore, of inglenooks 🙂 ). Anyway, I am happy to have learned a new word today; here is my attempt at a quadrille!
But first, the definition quoted in the original DVerse post:
For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition: INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)
I wrote this quadrille for DVerse this morning, inspired by the threat of a new stay-at-home order from California’s governor. Hopefully, it won’t happen, but governors like this one love their power, so… we’ll see. I am also sharing this, two days late, with the Writers’ Pantry.
You might think I’m a prancing pony,
Yet there are war-horses, chariots inside.
I have generally a docile spirit,
Yet can be a general, military guide.
There are overreaches I cannot abide:
No one gets out of Earth alive,
So I’ll go down fighting.
For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado….Continue reading →
At DVerse, it is quadrille Monday, and our word is “happiness” or some form of it. I also used the word for FOWC: Pacify. I appreciated this prompt and wrote this poem about an hour ago, which I’m grateful for because it would be more difficult to write a cheery poem now. Yes, happiness is a project one must constantly work on, especially if “one” is me. 🙂
Find a little blast of happiness, Gust of gladness, or even one Whispering wind of change: Sew a little peace-pocket, Fly inside a reprieve-rocket To try to pacify times strange. For a while, find a quiet place: Present-tense is a future I can face.