we find ourselves
(insideout, downside
-up),
in those places where
anyone might call us
(sunmoonstarsrain)
crazy. tomorrow’s hazy, is it
not? we’re daisy-chained,
wind-caught, so why not?
let’s hitch
up
our horses
our heels
our frowns
,
and take that
last ink-scratch
of road
right
home.
..
Inspired by this poem by E.E. Cummings.
I’m hosting the Quadrille over at dVerse today. Come play!
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What a wonderful place to be.. love the sunmoonstarsrain…
I love that ink-scratch of road. This is just brilliant.
More horses and madness. That one little word has released a wild bunch of poems!
This is exquisitely drawn, De! ❤️ I love; “ink-scratch of road.” 😀
“in those places where anyone might call us crazy” i love this line
Cummings came to mind with your prompt but did not dare approach it – whereas you have upended the pretty howtown and taken to the air
” we’re daisy-chained,
wind-caught, so why not?”
Ah, what fun. Thanks for the Cummings link too. Happy you dropped by my blog today
Much💚love
I love the word combinations: we’re daisy-chained,
wind-caught, and last ink-scratch! Gorgeous poem De.
I love this! When I read “hitch,” I thought of getting married. ❤
Nice lines: “last ink-scratch
of road”
Love this! Cummings, call your office! Beautiful write, De!
And let’s take it home De, full of love luck and laughter! 🙂
And De, let’s take it home full of love and laughter…
“Ink scratch” – I mean how brilliant is that, eh?!
“Last ink scratch road”- brilliant!
A fabulous quadrille De, I love that ‘last ink-scratch of road right home’ xxx
nice EE feel to this…like the compound words…ink-scratch, wind-caught, daisy-chained…like the chopped-up rhythm in the first verse…JIM
I love where you’ve taken the e.e. cummings poem, De, the use of prepositions and the internal rhymes. I especially like the phrases ‘daisy-chained’, ‘wind-caught’ and ‘last ink-scratch of road’ – like a pen and ink landscape sketch.
daisy-chained and ink-scratched roads–wonderful, De!
a playful poem … hitch up our horses heels and frowns … abandon our inhibitions!
It does have the touch of ee…the playfulness of words. (K)
Love that last part.
Pat
Perfection! I love it – all of it. As I was reading more quadrilles I was thinking of writing another one in this vein, but you did it so well – all your own with a knowing nod to cummings. Maybe next time for me.
Your poem, the Cummings’, and the Silverstein one from the prompt all form kind of a trinity of childlike reverie, helium infusion, and terrifying freedom. It was a ride to read them all in sequence and I want to stay up here:)