Love Among the Thistles
Uncover the hours of the furled artichoke;
nautilus leaves hide the prickle they stroke.
Bring the soft brush of locust lips.
Peel the thorns from nape to hips.
Unpuzzle the thistle that lives
in the deep amethyst heart;
soft choke at the stem
where it all comes apart.
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Sunday Mini-Challenge: The Quatrain, continued
Kerry asks us to continue to work in the quatrain form, and rattles the cage a bit by introducing two variants from Chinese poetry. I have strung together a mongrel beast of Western rhyme and meter (aabb couplets, then abxb) crossed with the Chinese Jueju form, a counted-word quatrain intended to create a mood, often erotic, where each line of the quatrain is either five words, or seven words. I did one quatrain of each.
Header Image: Artichokes at Campo de Fiori, by stijn, on flick'r
Footer image: Sicilian Violetta Artichoke, by In Praise of Sardines, on flick'r
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