It’s been a long, long time since I entered the dVerse poetry community pub, because life is a thing and my memory banks became overloaded. But, I’ve found my way back, without using a map!
I’m happy to have found my way back and take part in the Quadrille at dVerse, hosted by De. The word we should use in this 44 word poem is ‘jump’, or a variation of it.
I hope you enjoy my variation on the fairytale The Emperor’s New Clothes!
You disappear, in swirling snow I whisper ‘Daddy, please don’t go’ You nod and wave to say goodbye You turn away, I wonder why Watching from a misty window
I turn away, I mutter ‘No’ This world scares me, I want to go Shy and frightened, I start to cry you disappear
Hiding tears, I hang my head low I want you here to say ‘I know’ Your gentle hand, a light, soft sigh Be with me now, you have to try I’ve come this far, don’t let me go You disappear
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Through taking part in Open Link Night, I discovered a new-to-me poetry prompt – W3. Organised by David over at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, each week a different poet is Poet of the Week, who’s poem each participant reads before submitting their poem in response to the prompt. The poems are then read by the Poet of the Week who selects the next week’s Poet of the Week.
W3 Prompt #82: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Sarah, prompted us to write a rondeau inspired by a childhood memory. I have never written a rondeau before so this was challenging and fun. It has a unique stanza and rhyme pattern that means you do need to dig around in your brain to find the right words, all while remaining true to your chosen theme.
My childhood memory is more reminiscent of a running theme – an intermittent father. This theme runs behind a lot of my work, sometimes overtly, most often not.
I hope you enjoy reading it – do hop on over to the link above on The Skeptic’s Kaddish blog to read more of the wonderful poems. You could even take part yourself!
I form the edges of the night, my boundaries cast wide for we are in the darkling time, the liminal space between the end and the beginning.
I, your moon, grow large at this juncture, a silver disc, frost bound, ghostly, your cold companion.
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This week in dVerse Quadrille Monday, we are asked to mull over the moon, in any way we feel, as long as the word ‘moon’ is included somewhere. Of course, it being a quadrille, there absolutely must be 44 words, no more and no less, in the poem. I’ve counted my offering several times, so I hope I’ve managed to count correctly!
I have been away from dVerse, the lovely poetry writing community for a long, long time. I encourage you to visit them here and read the wonderful moony quadrilles these fabulous poets have penned.
I’ve also been away from WordPress so I had to re-educate myself on the formatting – but that’s another story!
