29 thoughts on “Fledgling”

1. Love the hyphenated adjectives: half-blown, feather-freckled, high-rise

   1. taking a leaf out of Dylan Thomas’ style – it also helps to reduce the word count 😉

2. You captured gorgeous sounds in your quadrille, Laura, especially ‘blowsy blooms’, ‘kump-jacked summer’ and ‘feather-freckled fledgling’, which evoke roses on the breeze and birds fluttering in trees – all of which is right outside my window! I love the warty, wryly smiling cement toad!

   1. thanks Kim – have had that old toad many years – glad you heard summer in this quadrille too

3. “dipping earnestly” – I can see it. Great words here. It’s a gorgeous piece, really captures the slightly faded summer you get in July .

   1. spot on Sarah – just what I was after so many thanks

4. From the first two words to the last three, delightful imagery!

   1. the freckle prompt instantly conjured this scene -one I have been watching recently hence the imagery is still vivid – thank you Lilian

5. I like the boomeranging from solid cement toad to the high-rise insect mobs. The alliteration somehow gives the scene density.

   1. acutely observed Jane – thank you – I like the contrast/change in elements

6. Those insect clouds are like freckles in the air.

   1. ha ha – had not thought of that 🙂

7. That’s a wonderful perspective on freckle-ness Laura. This made for engaging reading. A cement toad… 🙂

   1. and thanks for reading Rob

8. Oh, how I LOVE the way these sounds adore each other:
   “July has jump-jacked summer
   to the wide bowl watering hole”

   1. I do feel the month rushes on and jump-jacked popped into my head! – thank you for your enthusiasm De

9. This is spectacular writing!

   1. lovely comment – thank-you!

10. I love the graphic artwork! The busy-ness of it mirrors the busy-ness of the images flashing in the poetry. Both of them colorful and entertaining.

    1. A very freckled photo art indeed – I like your take on it

       1. Thanks, Laura.

11. I also love July has jump-jacked summer. An alliterative rhythmic way to say what almost every patient tells me… “I can’t believe summer is almost already gone.” In your poem we feel it slipping through our fingers, with the rest of time, framed only by the solid frames, the cement toad, the high rises, the season and its denizens dance around those. We hate to see summer go, as much as we love Autumn, as it fades we are often more apt to hear, “I can’t believe winter is almost here, brrr!” Your poem has jump jacked the aphorisms that are otherwise staid, even the toad seems to croak, given life by its visitor. Six months from now it will just be another piece of stone, out of place under the snow, waiting for spring. Love where you brought me here Laura.

    1. love where you took this Lona – thinking of the concrete snow bound toad makes me almost love the torrential rain we are currently having

       1. Enjoyed this so much

12. Just love the effective word choices, hyphenation and the alliteration of “feather-freckled fledgling”.

    1. your prompt stretched my imagination – thank you

       1. So glad it did! Thank you.

13. Wild words for a wild time of year, with so much going on. The image is gorgeous – those colors, all the intricacy but still soft – wow!

    1. loving the wildlife ❤ thank you for feedback on the image – experimenting with photshops' filter gallery and I like the colours

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