Ghosts of green

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.

March 27, 2017

20 responses to “Ghosts of green

  1. “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. 😉

  2. “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!

  3. I might join the fray with a Quadrille with all the words – but tomorrow morning when I’ve recovered from choir practice!

  4. The midsection is really pretty:

    sparked in
    jars of rose-dawn clouds.

    Come light — you
    scarlet cue;
    breeze me open”

  5. 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!

  6. 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

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