Language Past – #DVersePoet #Quadrille

She was legs, hips, breasts, and bone.

Same as a cow,

worth less perhaps.

 

Dredged up words

from the dark well of your mouth,

not ancient, just old.

 

“Ace”

a hiss,

curled around the syllable.

 

Careful,

you are wearing history

with no place here.

dverselogo


Tonight’s Quadrille prompt from the bar is the word ‘Ace’. I did a bit of a google search and discovered that in the middle ages, the word ‘ace’ could be used to be ‘of no worth’ or ‘bad luck’.

Good Ideas – #DVersePoets Quadrille Night

Good ideas never really come all at once.

Your lightbulb moment

is more like the switch on a kettle

pinging to off when the water finally comes

to a full boil.

The stillness can be mistaken for suddenness,

but clarity

takes longer to steep.

dverselogo

Vanity In Reptiles – A Quadrille (Entirely Jane Dougherty’s Fault)

The size six snake

three trees over,

slithered past here

last Saturday.

The iguana on fern

saw her by the pool.

Think’s she looks better

in the water.

Told the croc by willow

he should swim on.

Big boys like him

stand no chance.


This is what happens when poets start commenting on other poet’s work. You end up down the rabbit hole with snakes, iguanas and crocodiles.

(It didn’t end well for the rabbit.)

To check out the writer who provided the inspiration for this quadrille, and then joined me in the madness, hop over to Jane Dougherty Writes. There you can find more of her work like the poem below:

Whip snake
resplendent in green and black beading,
striped vicious as a wasp,
terrifying as braided headdress,
twisted and entwined
with feathers and human teeth,
squirms and twitches and sloughs,
aghast
that this shrugged off apparel,
skin of skins,
must be how he looks.