Burning in the cannella – N+7 poetry for dVerse


Burning in the cannella

like blot is pumping through your vellus
a dross of precious winter
lingers for the briefest monastery
in lemonade between contango
and a kith

but burning in the cannella
it flickers
and like a precious stoop
embedded in the roamer’s silvazine
slipping through my finnocks
it’s washed away and gone

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how did I end up here? I took one of my own poems, and applied the N+7 technique – replace every noun with the 7th following unique noun in the dictionary. This is the prompt for today’s dVerse held by Victoria. Come join us at 3 PM EST.

Here is the poem I started with:

embedded in the river’s silt

like blood is pumping through your veins
a drop of precious wine
lingers for the briefest moment
in limbo between consumption
and a kiss

but burning in the candlelight
it flickers
and like a precious stone
embedded in the river’s silt
slipping through my fingers
it’s washed away and gone


October 2, 2014

23 responses to “Burning in the cannella – N+7 poetry for dVerse

  1. very cool words… that’s the fascinating things about this challenge…you stumble across words you didn’t even know they existed before…a dross of precious winter
    lingers for the briefest monastery…. very very cool.

  2. Watch those damn finnocks, brother; what fun wordplay today; liked your lines /lingering/in lemonade between contango/and a kith/ This formula stuff, I guess can go N+1-7; cool.

  3. “a dross of precious winter” I like how even using the formula it still makes poetic sense. Interesting form. I may have to take a swing at it.

  4. I’m at a loss for words…it is quite interesting how such a task can change a piece…and how many words I’ve never heard.

  5. I had to look up finnocks I thought it was some sort of fish and I guess it goes with the next line..funny, how it changes the whole poem. I might have to give this prompt a try.

  6. Well, I love your original, but I adore the +7–it really seems to make sense. So many wonderful words, just waiting at the tips of our fingers…”dross of precious winter/lingers for the briefest monastery”. Such cool lines that might never have been. Thank you.

  7. Ah, I love your first….and in second Google doesn’t know ‘finnocks’ and 2 more words…but still there are interesting images ‘a dross of precious winter
    lingers for the briefest monastery’ ~ very creative technique….

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