Seeds – A Quadrille

The artwork Perpetual repercussion by Dyveke Sanne, over the Svalbard Global Seed Vault entrance.
Martyn Smith from London, England, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Sow love and friendship giving seeds
Uproot energy stealing weeds

Nurture that which creativity breeds
Scale away all that negativity breeds

Grow roots that fulfill your needs
Show thankfulness for caring deeds

Follow paths that to growth leads
Sow hope and dream fostering seeds

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s Planting Seeds Quadrille prompt at dVerse.

Read other Quadrilles by me here.


Casanova Comes Closer (2020 Re-post)

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Re-post comment:

Welcome to another Wandering the Archives Wednesday. This month is all about GloPoWriMo. So here’s the fourth most read post from April 2020.

Enjoy!



Casanova comes closer
Celebrated curves charm
Lips cherry colored
Cobalt eyes cajole
Clothes, composure convey carefree confidence
Concealing clingy charcoal chemise
Careful charisma conspire
Channeling close connection
Compassionate carnal company
Clarion cavalry call
Come cherished cupid
Come closer
Come conquer
Come champion
Come climax

© REDCAT

Time for Quadrille #101 – a poem of precisely 44 words – at dVerse poets pub. Really love playing around with this format. :-)


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GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

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Oh Bother! – A Quadrille in Ovillejo Form


What if you need a workout?
Runs out!
Finger stained blue and pink
Of ink
Not as tidy as your mother
Oh bother!

I rather be a good author

Writing mind blowing poems
One from whom creativity stems
Runs out of ink, oh bother!

©RedCat

The Ovillejo form which I found and learned earlier this week, and wrote a triplet of. This time in Quadrille form, so a fewer syllables to accommodate the maximum word count of 44 words.

Read this 2016 dVerse post for more information about Ovillejo.


Lost in Love’s First Flush (2020 Re-post)

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Re-post comment:

Time for me to dance through the archives.

This is the third most read post from April last year.

Enjoy!



Over the rainbow. Seduced by trust.
Dreamy infatuation. Wholehearted crush.
Finally here. My soul’s fairest.
Eyes lock. My whole body blush.
Clothes gone. Blown away like dust.
Lips meet. Heartbeats rush.
Falling together. Into the arms of lust.
Blissfully lost in love’s first flush.

© REDCAT

For Quadrille #102, at dVerse 44 words not including title.

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GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

No Bother! – A Quadrille


Why do you bother with all those poetic forms?
With feets and meters?
Syllable and word count?
Rhyme and rhythm?
With inventing nonce forms?

Because I love to play with words!
Making them dance.
Letting meaning between the lines shine.

That’s passion! Not bother!

©RedCat

I’ve gotten asked these questions again today for the umpteenth time. So it was already swirling in my mind.
Next time I’ll direct the asker to this post! 

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse.


Read other Quadrilles by me here.


The Sweetest Wine – A Quadrille


Your lips taste like the sweetest wine
Your body curves like a sensuous vine
Your eyes with lust filled mischievousness shine

The world disappears when my eyes meet thine
For your love I knelt at Aphrodite’s shrine
I’m over the moon ecstatic that you’re mine

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. A Quadrille is a 44 word (not including title) poem that must contain the prompt word, which tonight is wine.

To read other Quadrilles by me click here.


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Stage Fright – A Quadrille

© RedCat

Heart speeds, thunder in my ears.

Stomach knot’s, getting queasy. Flee, get out of here.

Breaths shallow, fast. Dizziness on top of fear.

Mind panic, doubt rises. Saying no one really wants your words to hear.

Audience cheers.

Slowly nervousness and stage fright clears.

©RedCat

No one except the one in the spotlight knows how much you’ve had to fight yourself to get on stage, or in front of the camera.

And even the most confident looking person might have doubts. I surely do everytime I step in the spotlight, even if you can’t see or hear it.

For example. I was sure my voice would be trembling and so fast you couldn’t hear a thing last Thursday’s Open Link Live. But that, like the doubts and nervousness was only on the inside of my mind.

Anyone else getting a bit jittery while reading their own poetry?

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. And the word tonight is knot.

Read other Quadrille’s by me here.

Swift – A Quadrille

Paweł Kuźniar , CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Swift as thoughts, my love for you
Loud as gunshots, my longing for you

Swift as towersailers, my fall for you
Lous as a wailer, my cry for you

Swift as a racehorse, I run to you
Strong as galeforce, my lust for you

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse.

In Swedish the common swift is called a towersailer, due to their habit of nesting in church towers.

Did you know the common swift can reach speeds over 200km/h (124 mph) when plunging!

Read other Quadrilles by me here.


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