Red Satin Dress

Woman in Red Dress, Anton Einsle, 1838 - image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Red Satin Dress

“Gossip is just news running ahead of itself in a red satin dress.” ~Liz Smith

She knew the dirt, she knew the score.

She wrote about it, savoring

each wicked morsel, favoring

the lucky few, ‘though most she’d gore

and leave for dead, or worse. News? Sure.

Her pen of blood?  Unwavering.

She wrote about it, savoring.

She knew the dirt, she knew the score.

Her fans would clamor, “More! More! More!”

for poisoned-gossip flavoring.

Her victims still are quavering

while cursing the red satin whore.

She knew the dirt, she knew the score…

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Notes:  The form is Rondel.  The poem was inspired by the theme of 'Red' from Khara House's Our Lost Jungle's 30 by 30 Challenge.  I missed yesterday's challenge because (among other event) I was at the doctor's (for my son - he was bitten by a tick!)   I'll try to catch up on that, along with Poetic Blooming's Sunday Bloom later.  And if you get a chance, and want a good chuckle, check out Madeleine Kane's Humor Blog - the limericks there are awesome!

New Beginnings - Gerund-Style

Hi there!  Long time, no see, huh?

Well, I'm back.  Why, you might ask?  I'll tell you...

Since Khara House's Our Lost Jungle's 'Thirty by Thirty' Challenge starts today, and the theme is 'New Beginnings', I figured it was a cool idea.  You know, a place to start.  As good a time as any.  Right?  Right.

Now, you all still can find my poems and other stuff littered around the web at such great sites as Poetic Asides and Poetic Bloomings, but this here is my own little patch of (Google-owned) earth.

And with that, here I am going (yep - I had to squeeze a gerund in here, of course - even if it is oddly placed)...

Gerund Cinquain

"And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been." ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Musing

about starting

something new.  Gerunding.

Taking chances?  Playing it safe?

Musing…

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Hey...it's a start.

 

Bicycle Built for Two

Image courtesy of Magnificent Revolution

Bicycle Built for Two

Be mine, he said,

Because I love you.  We

Belong together.  This is not

Boutade – oh no,

But rather,

Backdrop for a billion brilliant bons mots…

Billet-doux.

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Notes:  The form is Pleiades.  The poem was inspired by Sepia Saturday's prompt having to do with bicycles and tandem rides, couples, balancing and fun.

Ardent Dance

Image courtesy of WikiCommons Images/Georges Villa - Les Ailes

In a passionate but private moment…

Insulated from the world
I sing a silent song of ancient words.
Incalescence
Is informing all my thoughts.
Ineffable
Images dance by to the ardent music, but like
Icarus, they fall too soon back to earth.

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Notes: The poetic form is Pleiades.  It was invented by Craig Tigerman, who was an editor at Sol Magazine.  Sol Magazine was a wonderful poetry publication (and project)  I discovered  several years ago.

My poem was written in response to Khara House's Our Lost Jungles Poetic Forms Challenge.  'Pleiades' is her 6th forms challenge.  The form takes some thought, but it is a lot of fun to write.  I highly recommend it!  

A Strange Bedfellow

The Tempest: Prospero, Miranda and Ariel, 1976, Rosemarie Beck

Tempest Tossed

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.” ~Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Beware the potent potable.

With just an innocent-like clink…?

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Strange bedfellows.  Nudge-nudge, wink-wink.

Potential here is notable:

Be careful of the too strong drink.

Beware the potent potable. 

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Notes:  Yes, it's another Triolet.  For the merry month of May.  (And yes, that rhymes.)  But anyway...the poem was inspired by the prompt of 'strange bedfellows,' thoughtfully provided for by Sunday Scribblings. Take that, Mickey Finn!

Looking in the Mirror

Image courtesy of Wendy's Life Changing Experiences

Characterization

I am a word, a phrase…grapheme*.

I’m my own special creation.

No matter how it all must seem

I am a word, a phrase…grapheme.

My face?  It mirrors self-esteem

without rationalization.

I am a word, a phrase…grapheme.

I’m my own special creation.

(*a written symbol that is used to represent speech)

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Notes: The form is Triolet.  The poem was inspired by the prompt of 'Walk of Life' from Poetic Bloomings.

At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

Image courtesy of Sepia Saturday

At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

The tea and coffee van is there.

A day at market.  Cattle roam.

There’s lots of people everywhere.

The tea and coffee van is there.

They’re serving cuppas in the square.

I like my tea with milky foam.

The tea and coffee van is there.

A day at market.  Cattle roam.

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Notes:  The poem's form is Triolet.  The photograph seen above is the prompt this week from Sepia Saturday.  They provide some really amazing antique and vintage photos for their prompts.