…
Oh, it says:
keep your eyes open
and your words crossed
and your heart tossed
onto indigo inkspill scrim.
No, it says:
not like that. No
wielded fiery dragon skin,
no withered place within
or lost land waiting.
Just this:
horizon smoke;
sprinkled-over hope.
…
Victoria is hosting the Quadrille over at dVerse today. Come play!
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indigo inkspill scrim
That is one delicious phrase. Reading this aloud, so many wonderful poetic devices like alliteration, just make for delight. Smoke and hope–the stuff of which we are made.
Love that this ends with hope. Plus it’s just so cute from beginning to end.
I do love that dragon… anything with dragons has to be good.
Lovely flow and rhythm to this (I do appreciate great-sounding poetry and rhymes and plays on words). Particularly like the reversal of expectations with the ‘heart tossed’ and the ‘words crossed’ (instead of ‘cross my heart’ and ‘toss the words’), yet also the lin to crosswords.
Another very clever use of the Q44, tremendous word smithing, & workable rhyme. I too, like the line /into indigo inkspill scrim/–may have to borrow “inkspill” one day.
I echo Bjorn – anything with dragons…! I love your wordplay 🙂
A painting and a recipe all in one, I thought. So creative, De, thanks for sharing!
Love the inkspill and the dragon! Love all 44 words.
LOVE ❤ especially the image of ‘horizon smoke; sprinkled-over hope’
Very lovely, esp what Victoria noted and this:
“horizon smoke;
sprinkled-over hope.”
I sense the open pages of a book. Very flowing and imaginative.
There seems to be some difference of interpretation going on…love that last verse, De!
Wow! This is amazing word artistry! My heart was taken to new heights.
indigo inkspill scrim….like that!!
” words crossed” almost like keeping fingers crossed…ah..poems need them that way 🙂
LOVE this. I see someone reading messages from the sky….open to interpretation.
I love the way you’ve only hinted at the prompt in the title, De – and only one mention of the word ‘open’ in the whole Quadrille! Clever use of rhyme and rhythm in this one and the ‘indigo inkspill scrim’ is adorable! With dragons and hope!
“horizon smoke;
sprinkled-over hope.” ~ really, really beautiful De. Since our weather here is a complete opposite, I’ll just close my eyes. 🙂
Love “sprinkled-over hope”. Wonderful use of rhythm and rhyme.
Lovely to read and to speak. Do you ever read any of your work aloud?
Always, always. Sitting privately at my writing table, before posting. 😉 In public, no.
Fair enough, I don’t like public reading either, but this one just sounds so good…
Smoke of clouds
cover eYes with
paint of God
more
than
words
ever will..
open or closed..
as clouds always
change as smoke
more than pens
wield.. no..
closedfullnoW..:)
Of course you went the “open, sesame” route. 🙂 Which so wants to jump into Sesame Street. It also hides “see/say same,” which makes me think of talking to ourselves in the mirror. I think there are so many people in the mirror that this girl is confused about what she’s supposed to do. In the end, the smoke indicates that the dragon (probably the girl) set everything on fire and destroyed it all. But then there’s a big bowl of hope at the end (which is ice cream, of course) … with sprinkles on top. 🙂 So the world is all fallen and burned up, but she’s just ignoring it, pretending nothing happened, and licking her sugar cone.
I enjoyed the word play and rhyme in this whimsical piece!
you had me at dragon…
This is beautiful! ❤
horizon smoke;
sprinkled-over hope.
One is alive to tendencies of success or even just salvation where there is hope. One can never likely go wrong but with hope!
Hank
Delightful throughout…and the ending!
A delight to read.
Good thing you’re watching so acutely!