I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 January 2017

Seduction by Quadrille

I dance, even 
when music lulls –
I'm a bubble.

You grin, I melt,
we shimmer.
You twist, I skip.

Green breeze 
spills roses,
as from a jar;
leaves open.

A shadow
clouds our spark. 
Cue: breathe fire!

Old scars curl away –
whispers at dawn.


Written for Quadrille #25, dawn at dVerse – using all the prompt words from Quadrille #1 onwards, in order: dance, lull, bubble, grin, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, jar, leaves, open, shadow, cloud, spark, cue, breath, scar, curl, dawn.

Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #348



31 comments:

  1. You have added another constraint to the challenge of putting all the words together by requiring that they be in order. Setting a background with a "you" and an "I" helps the reader make sense out of it.

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  2. This is wonderful... It's such fun to use all he words, and I really love where you brought this.

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  3. Brilliantly done Rosemary ☺

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  4. Thank you for sharing a moment, a dream

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  5. Wow for using all the words Rosemarie ~

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  6. This is very beautiful - and bubbly!

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  7. Indeed, we have to dance even when......!!

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  8. Green breeze
    spills roses,
    as from a jar;..that is a delightful image.

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  9. Old scars curl away –
    whispers at dawn.......... Most enjoyable read.

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  10. What an interesting form, the quadrille. Thank you for sharing and inspiring us to dance once again. :)

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  11. This was beautifully written Rosemary. I particularly loved "Cue: breathe fire!"

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  12. I feel properly seduced. You, my witchy lady, have moves!

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  13. This was masterfully crafted using all the prompt words. I feel like dancing :) thank you!

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  14. You have been dancing with that cat again:)

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  15. Masterful use of all the prompt words!

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  16. The visual imagery in this is stunning - lovely poem!

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  17. This was very "colorful" and rich with images.
    ZQ

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  18. Oooh I love this - especially "Green breeze spills roses, as from a jar; leaves open."

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  19. You made all these words dance with a wonderful rhythm. I like the feeling your poem evokes.

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  20. In a handful of words, you paint a beautiful picture.

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  21. This is one of my favorite quadrilles to date, Rosemary.

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  22. Beautiful writing ... a wonderfully constructed piece.

    "Cue: breathe fire!

    Old scars curl away –
    whispers at dawn."

    took my breath away.

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  23. Old scars curl away –
    whispers at dawn.

    That is the impact to wish for certainly! And may it sustain for the rest of the day! Wonderful lines Rosemary!

    Hank

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  24. I felt like a bubble on the wind floating everywhere and nowhere.

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  25. Love this dance you have created with words,

    Elizabeth

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