Spring, or: Sprung

A quadrille (44 words)

Having sprung past spring in the course of but 
one too-brief week, Israel once again puts 
winter radiators back into seasonal 
storage; opens windows wide; 
embraces summer's heat 
with open arms, 
sweat dripping
down the small
of its back, 
its ass 

d’Verse Quadrille #149

The above poem is my take on today’s d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge. 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 “season” in a Quadrille.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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57 thoughts on “Spring, or: Sprung”

  1. More sterling work, David. The shape of the poem, internal rhymes, ribald imagery; loved it. I see Israel as under 5’9″ tall with a hairy back.

  2. David, a heat that has sweat rolling down my back and into the crack is but a fond memory and sweet anticipation for me. Wonderful Q that makes me smile, as I know you are enjoying it right now.

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