Sweetie – dVerse

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I bleed onto the page

with words,

on paper

brimming with colour

– all I create

is run through with me

like words embedded in a stick

of Brighton rock

I live in Kiss Me Quick world

but hide from

flibbertigibbet fancies,

preferring constancy


 

It’s time to write a quadrille on dVerse, where Lillian asks us to write a self-portrait poem. For those of you not from the UK, Kiss Me Quick, Squeeze Me Slow hats were a stalwart feature of the seaside – I definitely remember them from my childhood! A stick of rock was always a sweet treat too, and it had the name of the seaside town running all the way through, which fascinated me.

I hope you enjoy my offering – please do head on over to dVerse to enjoy other self portraits!

 

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Without these – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny

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quadrille, cadmium red

a bleeding heart dashed on the rocks below

haiku, rose madder

soft cheeks blushing in childhood innocence

rondeau, prussian blue

shadowy arctic wastes and frozen marrow

triolet, permanent sap green

grass winking in the dewy dawn

perylene violet, davy’s grey, chinese white

free verse, prose

colour

words

my passions

my heart

my soul

my raison d’être

otherwise

i am but a shadow


 

This week, A Dash of Sunny invites us to write a poem inspired by passion. I wonder, can you guess what keeps me going in the face of day to day living?

Why not join in and take part? All are welcome and your host is a simply lovely lady!

 

Gloria! – dVerse Poetics

Something strange is happening in the ether. This week’s dVerse Poetics prompt yet again seems to have a certain connection with the unravelling of my own family history. I must confess, it’s like removing layer after layer of a very large onion!

This week’s prompt is all things Italian. Luckily for me (since I haven’t visited Italy), we don’t need to be obvious in how we interpret this prompt. As a bit of background, my mum used to take me to Birmingham Museums and Art Gallery every time we went into town, and I loved it. I now know that this place holds very strong and extremely fond memories for her, which adds to the joy of my own memories of our visits, which I adored.

I hope you enjoy my small snippet from my childhood – and take a look at all the other offerings on dVerse as well!

– Gloria! –

I spent my childhood here, or so it seems
A small girl, grasping her mother’s hand
Gazing open-mouthed at the glories above
Light reflecting on oil,
Paintings as lustrous as if they were finished only yesterday
And the brushes still resting, waiting to be cleaned.
If only I could reach up and touch
I just knew that my fingertips would pull away slick –
Sticky with vermillion, regal blue and baby-blush rose
A tiny remnant of Madonna and Child