Monday, January 2, 2017

Spell


Distance is you
fevered under the linen of snow

Breathing blue, weighed
by stiff white crystals

Hemmed by dark
feathers & stones

Under the dead 
rib, I whisper urgently 

to your curled ear:
Never forget-

Be a savage fern!
Be the wild blooming sage!





Grace@EverydayAmazing



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, is a 44 word post with the word CURL, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   First prompt for the year 2017!     Happy new day!!!

38 comments:

  1. I love this... the whispering to a fern, and I think of the way they will uncurl once spring is here...

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  2. ...breathing blue, weighed by stiff white crystals....
    all those dried up leaves, frostbit plant curled over....awaiting spring to uncurl and unfurl. Love this!

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  3. I love how you've linked the word 'curl' to a spell, Grace, and the phrasea 'linen of snow' and 'breathing blue' made me shiver - chilly language for a Monday night!

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  4. I like the idea of a fern uncurling when it is time in spring.

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  5. Something about this poem made me cold. And I can't stop reading it.

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  6. Bloom away and push on through, even in crappy snow. Way to be.

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  7. Such lovely imagery and the emotions are poignant in this....beautiful all throughout, Grace :-)

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  8. I over this, especially the closing lines. Sigh.

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  9. I wonder if that fern knows what a brilliant piece it inspired! Lovely imagery to match the words!

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  10. Distance is you
    fevered under the linen of snow... love that! Great imagery.

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  11. This fits your blog title perfectly, everyday amazing. Love it, Grace.

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  12. 1, 2, 4, 5 ... Love those couplets.

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  13. Well done. In the bleakest hour, be the hope.

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  14. "Be the wild blooming sage!" I love this! :)

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  15. Very creative. I like how the reader is calling to the fern to hold on.

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  16. Enjoyed the fern pic and verbal images you crafted.

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  17. I hope they uncurl for you soon. They won't do that down here from snow, but in summer from heat

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  18. Love this, Grace, especially 'fevered under the linen of snow.'

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  19. Ha, this is cool. I love that close. Great to read you, Grace.

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  20. Sara took my words away: loved "linen of snow."

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  21. Lovely. There are so many ferns here in NZ and watching them uncurl is fascinating so I think this is well written.

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  22. Good advice. Never forget, not the generations of the past or the promises of the future. I wonder what revenge the snow will extract on us here not so very far from you Grace. tonight it is near 40 and raining.

    Methinks the snow will catch us, pile all on at once burying not only the ferns but the tree trunks, stoops and door lintels. Alas I still say bring it.

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  23. I love this Grace, especially 'Be the wild blooming sage!' May 2017 bring you many blessings and much joy :o) xxx

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  24. Hey Grace, it made me smile. I was in the process of photographing a snowy fern yesterday. Great use of the word curled.

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  25. Perhaps a secret shared....enjoyed reading.

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  26. YES. Whispering the earth back to life. Love this, Grace.

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  27. The opening stanza was beyond meaningful and beautiful. I also love the encouragement at the ending lines, it felt like a battlecry, a call for being.

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  28. This is absolutely awe-inspiring verse, Grace ❤️

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  29. This is a visual treat, and I love "under the linen of snow"

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  30. Fevered under the linen of snow...oh how that line speaks to me! And starting, distance is you....just a lovely quadrille.

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  31. love the line "be a savage fern" - seems like a contradiction...until you see the conditions that a fern will actually grow in

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  32. Love how your picture and the poem mesh so well together.

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  33. "Distance is you" evokes such a cascade of feeling. Perhaps that is part of the spell. A fascinating piece.

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  34. This poem is anything but dormant! Love the curled ear of the fern...

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  35. Wonderful conversation with the poor frozen fern. But look how beautiful she will emerge in the spring!

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  36. Stunning poetry. Happy New Year Grace.

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