Switchgrass, or: Sweet switchel

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… 


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”

  1. This is delightful and a tongue twister to boot! You were so very close to writing a tautogram – I think with a little editing you could make it so.

    1. I should try a tautogram… I wasn’t going for that because I was attempting to use words with ‘sw’ (and especially ‘swi’) – rather than just ‘s’… but why not? I’ll give it a go! Thanks for the idea, Muri!


  2. I think you ARE casting a spell on us. This is something for the therapist’s couch your next visit! 😆 I’m sure there’s a hidden meaning in there!

  3. A tricky tongue-twister 🙂 A fun poem, and I especially enjoyed the “swashbuckling swine.”

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