quadrille

The Beasts of Caerbannog #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

The most foul, cruel,
Bad-tempered rodents
Any knight ever set eyes upon;
These rabbits had a vicious streak a mile wide:
Born killers!
Baring huge, sharp . . . ,
Able to leap about . . . ,
Behold the strewn bones!
Enter their realm, trembling,
Besmirched with fear . . .
Then, run away!

Day 24 of Na/GloPoWriMo and today’s NaPoWriMo.net challenge is to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art. The additional challenge was to base the poem on a very particular kind of art – the marginalia of medieval manuscripts. This quadrille poem (44 words) draws on the images displayed which seem to have featured in the margins of bibles, and is inspired by the art of Terry Gilliam, and a scene from one of my favourite films of all time, Monty Python and The Holy Grail.

Ni.

Man’s Balloon Always Bursts

Daedalus reached for the sky
To Icarus’s great cost
Babel’s tower built toward Heaven
Scattered mankind in chaos
Each time man’s balloon ascends,
It ultimately bursts
Yet God reaches out
Set down His Son
His life offered for ours
To finally raise us up

a quadrille (44 words) written in response to prompt #29 at the dVerse Poets’ Pub

Forever Hope Springs

as springs of the great deep
one day all burst forth,
when the heavens’ floodgates
washing evil from the world;
so these same springs
brought life to the wasteland;
now forever hope springs,
eternal life beckons –
draw deep the living water
and be renewed

a quadrille (44 words) poem in response to prompt#28 at dVerse Poets’ Pub

May the Nations be Glad

Lord be gracious and bless your people;
Make your face shine on us,
May all the peoples praise you.
May the nations be glad,
With cause to sing for joy;
May your ways may be known across the earth,
Your salvation among all nations.

A quadrille (44 words) based upon Psalm 67

I Shall Arise

vanish dark night,
end your sojourn;
succumb you stars
to the echoes
of the Creator’s whisper;
set Moon, you lesser light,
give way to the glorious Sun;
come silence, still my heart,
claim your hollow victory;
for when the dawn comes,
I shall arise

written in response to this week’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse Poets

The Whispering of Many – quadrille #24 @dVersePoets

I hear the whispering of many —
as together they scheme against me,
conspiring against my life.

Brought low, my voice becomes incorporeal –
the voice of a ghost;
from the dust my speech shall whisper…
yet still, I hear the many –
whispering from every side.

a quadrille (44 words) written in response to the prompt at dVerse Poets Pub – “whisper” – and drawing loosely on the text of Psalm 31:13 and Isaiah 29:4

Life’s Rip and Curl

Life’s seas rise up in rage,
pounding waves rip and curl.
yet the Lord’s voice is there,
mightier than thunder and lightning;
mightier than Maelstrom’s fierce breakers,
the Lord on high is mighty;
stilling the storm to a whisper,
chaos’ tumultuous waves lie hushed.

written in late response to the Quadrille prompt ( #23) at dVerse poets