It never was
because she kissed me,
when we were drunk on seaweed,
or the way she cuddled me
in furious perfume.
It wasn’t even love
that night.
It was the carmine reek
of drowsy honeysuckle
that muddled minds
that caged us to convicts.
The kiss by Man Ray
Quadrille for De at dVerse. The word is muddle, and as usual we have to use exactly 44 words including the given words.
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May 7, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Fantastic! This:
When we were drunk on seaweed,
or the way she cuddled me
in furios perfume
And that last line! Wonderful!
Thank you… I think I’ve spent more time on this Quadrille than any before.
Beautiful lines here!💛
Thank you 🙂
I LOVE this poem, Bjorn! And you have the word ‘cuddled’ too! I especially love the lines:
‘when we were drunk on seaweed’
and
‘It was the carmine reek
of drowsy honeysuckle’.
The buds on our honeysuckle are getting bigger every day. 🙂
Ha.. cuddle was the first thing I thought of when I heard the word muddle
Me too!
I like the description: “cuddled me
in furious perfume”
Thank you… scent can be so much…
This is wonderful Björn, I especially love ‘when we were drunk on seaweed, or the way she cuddled me in furious perfume’ :o)
Thank you… so happy it worked for you
:o)
Love this whole thing! Speaks so much truth!
you mixed up an erotic potion here – have never been drunk on seaweed and it seems I missed out
She cuddled me in furious perfume- LOVE.
Loving this as always. And oooooh I can understand how the scent of honeysuckle might muddle one’s mind and especially if one was drunk on seaweed! 🙂 Passion ignited by scents….and tastes.
So many beautiful phrases here–“drunk on seaweed” and” the carmine reek of drowsy honeysuckle. . .”
My goodness this is incredibly sensuous! Love the image “the carmine reek of drowsyhoneysuckle.”💖
Wow – “drunk on seaweed” is wonderful, as is “the carmine reek of drowsy honeysuckle…”
Fantastic lines! THIS IS POETRY!
Ah..this is delicious and smart..wish I had thought of cuddled and scent.
Heady and sensual, all that delicious imagery undone by the last stanza – the alliteration in the last line such a contrast to the seductive assonance in the preceding. Great stuff.
masterful wordplay, poet! You evoke such an erotic pathos in this one! 🙂
kaykuala
drowsy honeysuckle
that muddled minds
that caged us to convicts.
Some weeds may just be doing injustice unwittingly!
Hank
So many phrases I could pick out as favorites, as others already have. Finely honed, Bjorn.
The last line made me flinch – a good sign.
Luv the “furious perfume”
much love…
The love prison!!?? Easy to get…hard to get out…
dwight
“drowsy honeysuckle…” – I’ll make a note of this as a likely love potion 😊
“furious perfume”!!! Excellent!
Very sensual, and yet a little sinister a great way to have muddledness.
intoxicating perfumes can really muddle mind and senses…a nice take
Just love how this reads, the phrasing and unique word choices, also the placing of ” It wasn’t even love that night”, a simple thought contrasting with eloquent lines.