Wings In Spring
I thought I could
child’s tales imagined
me
believe
a sprite beyond just that
field’s last
next
flower
lazing petal’s slumber shade with winking wry smile
waking
they would wary
me
just a fragile touch of wing shared proof
with butterflies
in my hand
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This from the latest prompt at dVerse Poets.
“Hey there fellow scribblers of phraseology! De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, touching base with you today with my all-time favorite poetry prompt, the Quadrille. If you’re new or need a refresher, the Quadrille is a pocket-sized form of our own creation here at dVerse: a poem of just 44 words (not counting the title) including one word we provide.
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That was certainly a good inspirational. prompt for you, great poem!
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Ah, thanks so much Paul, yes, that was definitely a good prompt for me!!
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Wonderful! LOVE this:
“just a fragile touch of wing”
I (sort of accidentally) held a baby hummingbird once, and it was momentarily magical. Like holding a tiny sprite.
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Thanks De!!! Hummingbird, as with butterflies, spritely magic indeed!!
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I love the alliteration you have used that made me feel those wings.
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Appreciate it Bjorn!! Really did think that I could find a faerie or sprite on a flower if I believed hard enough.
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Lovely imagery! Especially enjoyed this line: “lazing petal’s slumber shade with winking wry smile.”
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Thank ya Dora!! My fave image in this one.
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Magical thinking–and who knows? Butterflies seems like fairy creatures.
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That’s right, who knows? Could still come upon a magical flower one of these days. And butterflies do fit the bill in the meantime. 🙂
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That they do! 😊
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