I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rain
no wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rooks
can find my hidingplace, my inglenook,
It’s warm and lonesome; I am dulled; the pain
you left behind when all the bliss you took
I wither, wane.
Quadrille, and Linda hosts. the Quadrille at dVerse. the word is inglenook and I thought I’d tell a little story in rhymes.
December 14, 2020
You’ve captured the idea of inglenook as sanctuary here, Bjorn – both from the elements outside and from internal anguish. All melts away when staring into the fire.
Being snug and safe inside is all important, but I do love the sound of the ‘wanton wind’ and ‘raucous rooks’. Great use of alliteration on ‘w’, Björn!
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! 😀 The quadrille in its entirety flows so smoothly! I love the sounds in this quadrille especially; “no wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rooks can find my hiding place, my inglenook.” 💝💝
So beautifully haunting. It is the warmth that protects us from the hurt and pain, does it not? I love how you describe that in its pure essence, sort of reminds me of “I am a rock, I am an island” by Simon and Garfunkel with these lines:
“I’m snug, I’m safe inside from wind and rain
no wanton wind, no moors, no raucous rooks”
I think I want to write a sonnet again
You definitely should! No pressure, of course. 😉
So heartbreaking Bjorn. I love the comfort found within the inglenook.
Excellent images, and heart-wrenching circumstances. It made me think of a homeless man dreaming of an inglenook and a lost love. I’m a bit upset with these selfish wayward runaway women who often show up in your poetics; bunch of bitches.
The abrupt change in direction half-way through the poem brings the reader up short. It made me think of a horse heading for home and being driven on through the cold and dark instead.
Oh this one sings, BR. And the song’s enhanced by the mid-verse tutn and the comparatively abrupt ending
you write so convincingly Bjorn …
I weep for your broken heart
but know it’s fiction you impart!
A plaintive rhyme and wonderfully encaptured in despair in the photo,. Bravo, Bjorn
Inglenook as a hideout! What an interesting twist. Lovely poetry Bjorn.
A haunting piece, I wonder who took his bliss or was it just the hands of time.
Physically safe but emotionally endangered, it’s going to be a long winter for the grieving man. A very sad story. I hope he makes it through to sunshine again.
Quite a stirring read, “It’s warm and lonesome,” is poignant. A little peek into a moment of heartbreak works well in this short piece. 👏
Wow. This was very unexpected for me… a sad inglenook poem 😦
Very, very poignant.
Exceptional writing: I wither, wane. I read it twice
In safe havens, but sadness withers the soul.
You described that picture beautifully. ☺️
Such a beautiful, poignant poem!