I tournesol,
my face is glazed in slender rays.
In birdsong symphonies
days get longer.
Come leap, cascade in brooks
be willow mild
Come snowdrops, crocus
spring my heart.
Paint cherry blossoms
on your dimpled cheek,
Come part your lips
and spin me wild.
Today it’s Quadrille hosted by Kim at dVerse. Write a poem in exactly 44 words including the word spring.
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March 13, 2017

Oooooh! This is oh so sweet and subtly sexy too!
P.S. Checked the site and the Quadrille prompt isn’t up yet! 🙂 ❤
It goes up tonight 😉
yay!
So much heart in this. You brought spring to life.
What a burst of colour and life! Leaps out of your poem. Here’s my take:
Paint cherry blossoms
on your dimpled cheek,
Come part your lips
and spin me wild.
Gives the feelings of wanting to be on chummy chummy terms with someone nice
Hank
Your heart my friend blossoms life and beauty in this poem of yours. Incredible. 🙂
I love this and I found ‘Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild’ especially appealing :o)
Definitely sensual, like close ups of any flower–petals & lips; smile. Yet another fine Q44, brother. The early opening of the Pub made up for losing an hour yesterday.
I like how “willow mild” and “spin me wild” held this together, at least the way I heard the sounds in my head.
oooh, delectable words here! Spring me………instead of this blizzard we’re supposed to get here in Boston tomorrow! LOVE that last stanza especially 🙂
Ah, all the heart stirrings of spring as well in here… and I love the use of ‘tournesol’ as a verb in the first line.
Love love love this:
“my face is glazed in slender rays”
and “be willow mild.” Sigh.
I have to admit your tournesol sent me to the dictionary! And your lovely poem proves, indeed, in Spring a young man’s fancy turns to love! Bravo, my friend.
Such a sweet and sensuous write Bjorn 😀 love “Paint cherry blossoms
on your dimpled cheek, come part your lips and spin me wild.”
Well there’s a great undercurrent here Bjorn and some wonderful images. Last stanza is particularly strong. Good work!
I really like that middle stanza. It’s a real springing awake.
Spring my heart and spin me wild ~ Love the sensuality of your lines ~
Wonder-full feelings of spring…turning face toward sun and warming the heart!
love the image of a face glazed in slender rays, spring time sun so very gentle on the face and heart.
Björn, your Quadrille is full of the joys of spring and the wordplay I have come to expect from you. I love ‘be willow mild’ and ‘spring my heart’ – and that suggestive ending!
Sensual and evocative…a birth of spring and the rising sap.
Spring is a season that definitely dances, as I experience it. This poem, with its use of the imperative voice, evokes that. Sadly, spring passed us by this year in the desert. It’s 98 right now, but the citrus trees are all in bloom and the frogs are looking to get lucky.
Awake from slumber, indeed, to the sensuous rhyme this is Spring. Nicely crafted
Thanks for dropping in to read mine
Much love…
Very sensual.
Ah, very lovely and I await to hear a birdsong symphony, tilting my head towards the sun to bask in springs warmth once again.
Your tournesols are very precocious! Nice references to the busy busy nature of springtime.
What a happy piece! 🙂
‘Come snowdrops crocus spring my heart’
I truly feel my heart spring when I see the first spring flowers…yet to come here.
How whimsical this is! I love the idea of cherry blossoms painted on dimpled cheeks.
This is really good. A wonderful read.
I like the wordplay and sensual references.
What a wonderful love song to spring!
🙂 You’re still on the wild Side 🙂
“Come part your lips
and spin me …”
An interesting perspective, that I could imagine, with the arrival of a new seductive season… and, after the kiss don’t you fret, you will be spun 🙂
I enjoyed reading and thinking about it.