Once what were the voiceof crones
their winter cackle, our buried summers
unnamed abused while wind still moans
what means, arose the voice of mummers
to make us calm, aware of secret caves
where sea is wild and waves can cream
Yves Tanguy
Today at dVerse Kim give us a set of words in groups of four from an Optician’s card, I used 3 of the 7 groups, and also tried to add a bit of rhyme.
January 28, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A haunting melody of the past, Björn, where the “wind still moans.”
I enjoyed your poem, Björn, am pleased that you used three of the seven groups, and the rhymes, and I especially love the crones’ ‘winter cackle’ and the ‘buried summers unnamed abused while wind still moans’ – clever use of the words! And a great image to illustrate it.
this has all the atmosphere of Norse mythology! Nice contrapuntal note:
to make us calm, ….where sea is wild
”waves can cream” I think I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve ever heard this.🌊
It may still be possible I think.
Nice one Björn. Luv the sounds and movements
much♡love
Bjorn – I love the mystical feel of this poem. The title drew me in for a closer read.
Bjorn, I felt the hair on the back of my neck tingling on this one. Mummers and their secret caves sound scary. I’ll take winter please.
Wow! Excellent use of all the words.
I love the way you use the words to create a sense of menace.
Your last lines are so similar to my last poem. Interesting to see what each of us makes of the same words and often our thoughts cross.
Well done. Do you have mummers in Sweden?
Not a lot… but I do remember some childrens program that I really hated with a mummer.
:>)
I love the rhyming element you introduced, Bjorn, and I’m glad the mummers make us calm, unlike some wandering street troupes who can kick up a furore!
You weaved those words together perfectly, Bjorn!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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I love how from ‘voice of crones’ and ‘their winter cackle’ you moved to ‘voice of mummers to make us calm’. A poem full of foreboding.
There is a Shakespearean “toil and trouble” to these cackling crones, who bury summers in wintry storms…
Almost a surreal vision. i like the voice of crones with their winter cackle.
hahaha
This is special! VERY creative / how you invented / used the words you chose. Hoping you had a spectacular birthday Bjorn. [thanks for leaving me a comment]
I like how you draw the my attention to the contrast of seasons and the act of pantomime in mummers, is the voice calm for or other, a facade of trust. Made me think.
Your words go very well with this picture.