Alcohol and ink painting by Joy Dorr
Laura is the host of dVerse today. Laura says:
BELL-VOICED CRADLE-PETALS DARK-VOWELLED DUST-TONGUED
FIRE-DWARFED GRAVE-GROPING HARE-HEELED HEAVEN-CIRCLING
LARK-HIGH MAP-BACKED MOON-BLOWN MUFFLE-TOED
OWL-LIGHT RINGED-SEA SCYTHE-EYED SHE-BIRD
TEAR-CULLED TIDE-LOOPED WATER-SPOKEN WHALE-WEED
For this Tuesday Poetics I’m asking you to write a poem using at least FOUR of the hyphenated compound words from the above list. Employ as little or as much of Thomas’ other methodologies too as but most of all, let’s love the words!
Hare-heeled and harried
under the vault of owl-light
I ran, adrenalin-pumped,
braced against the price
of Hade’s heaven-circling
intent. Skirting tide-looped
sinkholes I ran for dry land
as the whale-weed’s
long fingers grasped at my
splashing footsteps.
There! A lantern light!
And a call through the gloom
as I hurled into
scythe-eyed oblivion.
Lovely tempo to this poem – the title sets the pace and you made good use of the prompts especially “braced against the price
of Hade’s heaven-circling
intent. “
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Thank you Laura!
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I feel as this is a nightmare with the blessing of waking up in the end
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Bjorn, hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, it certainly has a dream-like (nightmare) quality to it, especially the end. Happy it was only a dream 😉
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The pace and rhythm of your poem left me breathless, Jade, especially ‘Hare-heeled and harried’ and ‘Skirting tide-looped sinkholes I ran for dry land’!
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Better it be a nightmare versus a vision of the future, right? You gave us a lot of dark gusto with this one; DT would have been proud.
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Wow Jade! This is excellent.
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This does seem like a race–hopefully, to wake somewhere better from “the scythe-eyed oblivion!”
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Thanks Kim. Hare-heeled set the tone and it took off from there 🙂
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Glenn, you made my day with your comment, thank you.
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Thanks Linda, glad you liked it.
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Yes, Merril, hoping it was just a dream…
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🙂
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I like the description of rushing for dry land as the whale-weed grasps at one’s footsteps.
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Thank you, Frank.
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I too felt it had a dream-like quality …nightmares can be so unsettling.
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Nice play on all the words you used. I especially like “scythe-eyed oblivion.”
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the resolution felt peaceful to me. love the brakes you did!
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The pause is so effective…you can feel it in the words too. (K)
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Thank you, Ken.
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Thank you! Using Dylan’s words created a whole new atmosphere for writing the poem.
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Thank you, your feedback is appreciated, I’m glad you could feel it.
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Excellent use of given criteria.
‘sinkholes I ran for dry land
as the whale-weed’s
long fingers grasped at my
splashing footsteps.’
Good build up. Emotional.
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Thank you Shirley.
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The intensity and mystery were all-consuming. I really like this Jade!
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No idea what that was, except great fun. It read smooth and fast and captivating.
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Rob, thank you, I’m glad you felt it. It was rather tense.
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So glad you enjoyed it. It was fun to write without constraint and with such superb compound words from Mr. Thomas.
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ahhh. I agree!
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great writing felt the pace, seems this prompt brought out the best in many of us 🙂
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Thanks Kate. It’s a tecnique to remember for sure.
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I certainly enjoyed it 🙂
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A thrilling race against death! Love the heart-thumping tempo!
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Thank you, Frank. It was! 🙂
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My pleasure, Jade! 😇
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