I walk the lanes, straight-lined
collide with coloured, coupling
butterflies, merging wing-on-wing.
Blackthorns, decked in boozy blossom,
overspill and froth
where songbirds syncopate on high,
fever-flushed with Spring.
In this everyday exuberance,
minus the sweet red wine.
yet I’m still imbibing miracles.
Just 44 words for Linda's quadrille prompt: Wine - which also gave rise to some plant poetry that I'm now adding to my garden blog: Muscari
54 thoughts on “Under the influence”
I love this quadrille, Laura, especially those ‘blackthorns, decked in boozy blossom’ and the thought of ‘imbibing miracles’.
such a swell time of year!- I feel quite tipsy so thank you, Kim
Laura-your words are beautiful, and the ending is stunning.
the poem came to me on a walk as I was turning over your prompt in my mind – so thanks Linda and also for the challenge of finding a way to include the word!
I’m glad it inspired you. 🙂
I love your communion and the imbibing of miracles through it. What would we do without nature?
many thanks – to answer your question – we would surely go mad without it
You’re most welcome, Laura.
That first stanza especially made me feel tipsy on spring. I understand! I take walks throughout the year, but spring is really a sensory delight.
glad you felt the celebratory influence! it really is hard not to feel it in Spring
Oh, how I LOVE that “boozy blossom,” and the idea of “imbibing miracles.” Wonderful!
thanks De – was a little uncertain as to whether that adjective was taking the metaphor too far
Well written Laura — some excellent imagery
thanks Rob – had to be judicious with imagery in 44 words!
Oh, glorious, Laura. The blackthorn is out, but it’s not as frothy and exuberant as hawthorn. I love your take on the prompt.
thank you for Sarah – I think the Blackthorn can outdo the Hawthorn some years
Love the ingesting of miracles and the magical elements of your Quadrille. Enjoyed this sip, Laura.
I appreciate you imbibing here!
thank you x
Great communion with nature. I can fairly smell the sweet fragrance!
alas it only lacks a delicious scent
Oh my, such a beautiful weaving of metaphors and imagery. Love it.
slipping in some drink metaphors was a rather cunning attempt to keep the prompt in sight 😉
Very well done! The flowers must be on bougainvillea! Thornes and flowers!
no Dwight – our native Blackthorn here is just that
This is lovely, but even more lovely is your garden blog which I have only just found, but sadly unable to comment on it. So you are on the move again shortly, to the lovely Derbyshire – which part? I wish you and all your potted plant a safe and happy transfer when the time comes.
I really appreciate you taking the time to visit the garden blog Jude – just realized comments switched off after 14 days on posts (and poem pages) so have now adjusted that
– thanks for the good wishes. My big pots have gone over already and I still have plenty for company till then – Going probably after July not far from Matlock or Chesterfield
A lovely area. I shall follow your garden blog and see how the new garden develops.
please do – it will be a work in progress starting from scratch and scratches – nettles & briars!!
Stunning! How lovely to be ‘drunk’ on Spring!
yes – especially after ‘on the wagon’ days of winter!!
Oh this a lush and potent write, full bodied and just delicious to read. I love the use of communion here and the ending is inspiring.
lovely comment – thank you
“Still imbibing miracles”…I raise a toast to your quadrille, Laura!
yes joint toast then to communion, Lynn
That final line is a true KO, Laura.
thanks for being knocked out!
I think there are more miracles to be imbibed minus the wine: well said and beautifully crafted!
thank you Ingrid – Spring is the epitome of nature in communion
I love boozy blossoms. Wine just goes with everything!
I like the high-spirited grain but Spring belongs to the grape methinks – thank you Yvonne
Isn’t that a wonderful influence to be under?! 😉
Exquisite, my dearest Laura!
yes my dear Marina – am feeling quite drunk on so much vivacity here – except temps dropped to wintry ones today 😦
Weather is rather playful here too! 😉
“Imbibing miracles” yes! Lovely!
A wonderful quadrille, Laura. I love these words
“where songbirds syncopate on high,
fever-flushed with Spring.”
such vivid imagery and I can picture the songbirds high on spring! 🙂
spot on -you tuned in to that one Lillian – many thanks
Fascinating the way you used the sensual aspect in nature to compose a poem about wine … loved it!
thank you, Helen – it all feels as though Bacchus is on the move
“Blackthorns, decked in boozy blossom,”
Love that line, Laura.
thank you – I like the unexpected adjective!
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