A breeze slipped in from the ocean,
placed foreign kisses
on the boat’s prow
and on a young man’s brow,
promising so much as it skipped
from wave to wave.
It offered the horizon
from the safety
of the slipway.
A voyage
for another day.
Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2002
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War
Linda is our host this Monday for the 44-word poem we call the Quadrille and she has us slip-sliding away.
I love the way you describe the temptation of the sea… and I can easily see the young man one day becoming the old man and the sea…
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Thank you, Björn. I’d love to read about the young librarian.
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“It offered the horizon” – what a line!
I also like how the breeze skipped – a good verb and one I would not think to use yet I can see it tripping the light fantastic over the waves
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Thank you, Laura!
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Oh, how this made me long for the ocean! A perfect respite from the insanity.
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Thank you, Linda. I would have loved a walk along a local beach at the weekend, but they wee all full of people not practising social distancing. The loosening of lockdown rules worries me, so I’m sticking to the football pitch – nobody else goes there – yet.
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You are wise to do so.
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The government website still rates the corona virus risk as “high”. I don’t know what is going on – they are making some very strange decisions. Part of me wonders whether they are going for herd immunity after all, and just want to be seen to be acting against this virus. I think you are right to remain cautious. At work we were warned to expect a second wave in July, but I think this will just rumble on.
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I’m sure there will be a second wave soon, and that the virus has been around longer than people think. I had a serious chest infection with vomiting back in November, which recurred in December, and then again to a lesser degree in March. I wonder if it mutated during that period. In which case, where did it originate?
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“placed foreign kisses on the boat’s prow.” That is an amazing image!
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Thanks so much, Joseph!
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🙂
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kim 😀 I love; “promising so much as it skipped from wave to wave.” Such excellent imagery in this one! 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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The call of the sea. A siren in her own right.
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🙂
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Nice poetry.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Those breezes can be capricious for a sailor and sailing vessel. Sounds like a wise choice was made. Wonderful poem.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome, Kim.
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I like how the breeze skipped from wave to wave.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Your first two lines just sets me right to love this poem
Happy Monday Kim
much ❧✿❧ love
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Thank you, Gillena, and happy Tuesday (it’s morning here and I’m about to read and comment again)!
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I so needed a dose of the serenity this poem offers, Kim. Thank you!
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Thank you for your appreciation, Bev!
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Such wonderful promises! (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Yes, yes, yes! So peaceful.
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Thank you, Candy!
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kaykuala
promising so much as it skipped
from wave to wave.
Faith in divine protection will determine one’s safety for that voyage later in another day!
Hank
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Maybe he just wasn’t ready for an adventure.
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I feel the sense of adventure but also the tranquility within your words. The sea is so tempting.
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Thank you Mish.
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I like the contrast between the adventure and the safety of the slipway. The ocean is dangerous, too. Lovely conjuring, Kim.
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Thank you, Sarah. We love the beauty, the power, the mystery, but danger is always lurking beneath the waves.
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Hope is alive in this sweet poem.
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Thank you!
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almost a sea shanty, very relaxing with the waves and kisses …
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Thanks Kate!
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I love the rolling sound and rhythm of this, context and composition both evoking the ocean so well. The foreign breezes calling and magically conjoining young man and vessel, Some day he will slip away.
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Thanks Lona – he’s bound to.
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A beautiful quadrille Kim, I love how the breeze ‘places foreign kisses on the boat’s prow’ 💜
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Thank you, Xenia! 🙂
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Your opening lines are just wonderful! Love the breeze and the foreign kisses.
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Thank you, Teresa!
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foreign kisses on the boats prow…. what an interesting thought..
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Cheers Dwight!
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I want to be on that boat.
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Me too!
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I love this. The cadence and rhyme scheme made me feel I was the breeze.
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Thank you, Linda, for your lovely comment!
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Lovely Kim, I’m reading (listening to) Moby Dick at the moment and it’s full of the young narrator and the exciting call of the sea – captured here so well in your beautiful piece.
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Many thanks, Peter, for your kind comments. Enjoy Moby Dick.
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A sublime moment of bliss, perfectly captured!
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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