Spring me, dance me
melt me
twist-skip, curl in grins.
Balloon a shimmer
spilled from giggle-whispers
sparked in
jars of rose-dawn clouds.
Come light — you
scarlet cue;
breeze me open;
bubble-breathe
my journey
as the shadow leaves
for morning-lull;
O ghosts of green.
The girls by Tamara de Lempicka
A second offering for De with all the words at dVerse.
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March 27, 2017
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“breeze me open” — LOVE this. I have written a second Q (posting link soon), but have not yet tackled all the words. It’s getting so hard. 😉
Oh this is just lovely 😀 I adore “Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers sparked in jars of rose-dawn clouds.” ❤️
Those dreamy girls are a great image for this dreaming, word-drunk poem.
“Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers sparked in jars of rose-dawn clouds.”
That is quite melodic, capturing giggles in jars of rose-dawn clouds. Quite picturesque!
I might join the fray with a Quadrille with all the words – but tomorrow morning when I’ve recovered from choir practice!
The whole stanza beginning with “Balloon” is so playful and magical it’s as if “balloon” were the new “Abracadabra.”
This is my favorite part: Come light — you
scarlet cue;
I just don’t know how you do it and make sense of it, Bjorn. This one has quite a touch of sensuality to it.
Whimsical and playful… loved “balloon a shimmer”!
Looks like you had fun writing this. It skipped and sang across the page.
What an amazing poem you created from all of the words, Bjorn…really, I’m in awe.
The midsection is really pretty:
sparked in
jars of rose-dawn clouds.
Come light — you
scarlet cue;
breeze me open”
29 prompts / 44 words — that’s 66% of the poem.
You guys turned an art into a sport … and made an art out of it.
Applause to y’all in this quadrillathon!
‘Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers ‘ is a nice use of balloon. The whole poem works well 🙂
Oh, this poem reminds me of De.
“Come light — you
scarlet cue;
breeze me open”
Really pretty work, Bjorn!
luv the rhythm of your Spring time dance
much love…
I aboslutely love this! I’m going to pick a favourite bit, but my most favourite part is the whole thing.
“melt me
twist-skip, curl in grins.”
I could eat the lot.
– Esme upon the Cloud
The word play in this is magical – lyrical – your words dance off the page.
Wonderful seconds, Bjorn!