A quadrille for the dverse prompt.
What does it take to find the north,
when wolves howl on the hill,
and the geese have all gone,
when night falls and falls and falls?
The magnet swings the needle;
I follow where destruction’s din dies,
blue waters part and dolphins dance.
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Thats true, and lets hope we will see. Michael
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Love that night falling and falling and falling, Jane. Wonderful.
Thanks De 🙂
I love this and the ocean imagery. It’s captivating and beautiful! I also really love the final line, how with each dark image, there looks to be an inkling of hope to see… at the sea. But, the figurative imagery of the night and the waters is quite lovely and somewhat dark, I think, especially navigating through the ocean waters and the potential to become lost even with a compass. Very beautiful how you wrote this piece. I enjoyed reading it very much.
Thank you. I hope there is a way out of this mess.
That night falling and falling… until you can lay the proper course and sail with the dolphins… it sounds like a journey back home
A journey to enlightenment, I hope.
The repeated falling is very well done. I love that pull to the north.
It’s the path the geese take 🙂
I love the repetition, and the pull of north and to the sea.
And I’ve just now realized, that dolphins may be a form of blue horses.
Of course! I hadn’t thought of that, but they certainly fit the image better than seahorses 🙂
I know, right? Lightbulb moment. 😀
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This is absolutely remarkable! The image of the night falling and falling puts me in the mind of dark vs light.. peace vs destruction and ofcourse vice vs virtue 💝
It’s rather a vain hope. A dream then.
I’m all for blue waters and dancing dolphins! I love a happy ending.
So do I. It takes an effort to find one sometimes.
took me out into the wilderness thank you.
It’s comforting to know there’s a little bit of it left.
I like this piece Jane, but I find it hard to get away from distractions din anywhere in this world – but I still try. Excellent poem beautiful picture!
There isn’t anywhere, Rob. Anyone who claims they don’t hear it is purposefully putting their hands over their ears.
Being a confirmed inland mountain man, I was closer to your opening than to the wide blue wetness, but, Holy Moby, what a poem!! Nice work, JD.
I’m not an ocean person either, Ron, but I like what it represents. I’m pleased you enjoyed the effect 🙂
I see hope in the distance, far into the north and into lighter waters:
I follow where destruction’s din dies,
blue waters part and dolphins dance.
Thanks Grace. They probably ought to be orcas in northern waters, but they’re not quite as jolly as dolphins.
Oh how lovely, Jane! Lovely and hopeful … and I love dolphins!
Thanks Dora 🙂 I couldn’t end on a dark note. There’s so much of that anyway, pressing on all sides.
When you find them, show me those waters.
Of course 🙂 But I haven’t had a sighting yet.
The transition here is very sharp
It would be so easy to make things better, but we don’t seem to want to take that route.
Love the alliteration of ” destruction’s din dies”. I can feel the longing for a peaceful place, an escape from tumultuous times.
Thanks Mish. The world is very hard to take at present.
I love the assonance and alliteration you’ve used here, Jane, and how this ends with a dolphins’ dance!
Thanks Ingrid. It’s impossible to be indifferent to dolphins. Infectious happiness.
The I love the way you juxtapose the two situations, Jane: the repetitive falling of night and the dolphins dancing on blue water. And it only takes the swing of a needle.
Thanks Kim. Like mood. Unless there’s something seriously wrong, it takes so little to see a different perspective.
Destruction’s din dies… lovely, poignant phrase. Let’s hope there is such a place… and a time. Very nice.
Thank you. I hope there’s still time to stop the machine.
Me too! We have to believe that.
It’s hard sometimes. Often.
The ocean renews no matter the (political) weather. (K)
We ought to take better care of it.
Yes.
Yeah, I’m with Ron. I had to read it twice after getting oriented but then it Worked! Very well it worked and so glad for the hopeful ending.
Thank you! You need a happy ending now and again 🙂
I love that first stanza! The sailor at sea….counts on that compass if the sky is dark!
Thanks Lillian 🙂 We all need a compass in this mess.