Not sure where this one came from, and I couldn’t decide between these two paintings. For the dverse prompt.
After the party
wild-child wild,
hare dance, deer prance,
we clear up the broken boughs,
mop up flooded streams,
put back fledglings
fallen from the nest.
Owls call the final score,
as we roll back the meadow,
turn off the moon
and take down the stars.
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Gosh, I love them both, and the way you’ve paired them with this raucous poem. Sometimes the after-party cleanup is just as much fun as the dance. 😉
At least they manage it before I’m up 🙂
Wow!!! what a clean up.
Nice one
much❤love
Thanks you!
A fascinating take on the prompt! I’m still ‘digesting’ it. Very cool.
Thank you!
Sounds like it was a doozy. They will be talking about this one for awhile.
For all I know, they’re at it every night 🙂
You make the post-party cleanup seem so, um, not so bad. Loved both art pieces; top one better, though.
Thanks Ron. I love that dance too. The dancing angels made me smile though. They lose a bit of their sacred dignity 🙂
Loved the closing lines: “turn off the moon/and take down the stars.”
Yes! Me too 😀 ❤
~David
Thank you, David xxx
Thank you!
Ha! Love the poem! Perfect pacing and cadence. Love the closing.
Thank you. I had fun writing this one 🙂
What a fantastically frolicking scene you created. The ending is perfection.
“Owls call the final score,
as we roll back the meadow,
turn off the moon
and take down the stars.”
Thank you! I heard the owls shouting at one another when the dogs went out for a final pee. They saw things in the moonlight I couldn’t.
Keep that imagination alive.
I doubt it will go away of its own accord 🙂
I too loved the closing lines – the child in me wants to say “good-night moon”
The number of times I’ve said that 🙂 It wasn’t a book I knew as a child but discovered it for my own children and they all loved it.
a real stonker of a last line.
Thank you!
I can’t leave comments on your blog, but the poem touched me. The night sky needs small stars as much as the big bright ones.
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I like both pictures – and I love the quadrille! I especially enjoyed the raucous ‘hare dance, deer prance’ and the ‘broken boughs’ – what a party. The final three lines are my favourite – rolling back the meadow and turning off the moon is a fabulous image.
Thanks Kim. Sometimes you get an idea that’s just a bit off-beat. This was one of those times.
Such a party! I love it, and the images bookending it.
And well, I know where it came from–today (Tuesday) is my younger child’s birthday. Not that she’s wild, but still. 🙂
Oh, happy birthday!
I read your star poem and loved the star seeds. You mentioned dragons too and it reminded me of an image I used not long about, sowing dragons teeth. An Oracle echo maybe.
Thank you, and yes, maybe that is an Oracle echo! 🙂
I like to think she’s in charge 🙂
Well. . .isn’t she? 🙂
I hope so!
Love those last two lines
Thank you 🙂
I love your celebratory poem. Very well done!
Thank you!
That looks like exactly what they are doing. Whose painting is the first? there was no ID on the link. It’s wonderful. (K)
It’s by Franz von Stuck. I don’t know anything about him, but I love this painting!
One of the first links when I googled him was his Inferno painting on view at the Met. I love that painting, but I never noted the artist. I’ll have to look more into his work.
I realise I know the painting titled ‘Sin’. He liked painting women. I like these dancers too. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Franz_Von_Stuck_-_Dancers.jpg
Those are wonderful too! I’ll have to look more closely at his work.
I thought that one was gorgeous. That swirling fabric!
Wonderfully done.
Thank you!
This is fantastic, Jane! Like others have mentioned, the closing lines are too good! You must give us some more fun poems. 🙂
I’m glad you like it. Sometimes they come out like that. Not often, but occasionally 🙂
May there be many such occasions. 🙂
🙂
I enjoyed the words and photos. So cool, you. xoxo
Thank you!
This poem and the pictures made me think of a midwinter pagan feast… love it
Thank you 🙂