Switchgrass, swelter, swinking, sweaty swivet; thoughts swiftly swirling; swollen, swimming eyes; oh! Oh, but to swinge that swift, swarthy swindler! The swashbuckling swine hadn’t swithered, swiftly swiping; swith, swiveling, switching hands, leaving his lady swooning, swirling her sweet switchel on Swiss porch swing… Swish…
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #123.
The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “swift” in a quadrille.
63 thoughts on “Switchgrass, or: Sweet switchel”
A good alliteration. Tongue twister too.
😳 I have a tendency to get carried away with these d’Verse prompts!
and why not … it opens our creativity!
interesting and playful, although I need google translate to understand it all 😀
😛 Playful is exactly the right word, U.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen so much alliteration gathered into one place before! It’s great – so swishly done, so swift, a switchback ride of a poem.
🙂 Thanks for the prompt, Sarah! I had fun with this one.
A sweet swig of a swift drink! But may I ask, what is a switchel?
a drink made of water, vinegar, and a sweet substance such as molasses or maple syrup, often with spices or other flavoring.
Vinegar? Sounds interesting, but I think I’d prefer a lemonade!
It took ages to think of a word because I think you used them all!
I noticed that you used one that I hadn’t 😀
My lips were fish-like in the swithing as I read this. Fun and sensical nonsense.
Well done 😀
Oh I love the rhythm of the alliterations…Wonderful David👏👏👏
Everything starting with S, it makes a good impression on the reader.
So good! I love using words in different ways too!
Thanks, Carol 😀
Okay, I’m embarrassed to ask. Some of these words are made up, yes?
nope – I used some online resources to pull this one together, George – I did not know all of the words myself before writing this piece 😀
Oh, thank goodness. As an English teacher, I have a reputation to protect, you know. Granted, it’s not a very good reputation, but still…
I know! That’s why I chose to come clean to you 🙃
Oh my, the learning and laughter and thoughtfulness I gain from you is such, David, I do hope some day to sit with you in a cafe in Jerusalem, perhaps, and share the silliest of witticisms. … Mine are likely to be sillier than yours, but one can always hope.
I would love that, George! One of the advantages of living in an international city like this is that it’s a place that people from all around actually come to visit 🙂
Delightful, and so cleverly crafted.
Dolly, I like to play with words and sounds because I feel that it stretches my creative abilities, if that makes sense… the more I do these sort of exercises, the more versatile I feel myself when it comes to writing truly meaningful poetry.
I do understand, David. I stopped writing poetry, when, prior to the KGB search in my apartment, I had had a premonition that something was brewing and burned everything I had written. Many years later, it was discovered that a college classmate had saved three poems I had shared with him and managed to bring them to Israel. My short stories that had circulated in “samizdat” simply disappeared.
Have a great day,
Wow. That part of your life reads like a movie plot. I’m very glad to have had the opportunity to learn at least a little bit of your story.
But most people who come from regimes, which include Cuba, Venezuela,China,etc. have stories to tell, and many of them are much more exciting than mine, David. I am simply a perpetual subversive element with a motorcycle (no motorcycle anymore, unfortunately).