Quadrille #124 Lakeside Knot

Lakeside Knot

Raisin wings drape the lake,
lint brush head, a twisting rake.
The neck of a white swan,
a blindfolded snowflake,
Bordeaux shades of body-bending,
layer-cake of spring suspending,
yellow bill of duck upending,
winter’s slushy promises left to rot
entwined in lakeside,
Gordian knot.


Thanks, Mish, for a great prompt for d’Verse’s Quadrille (44 line poem). Tonight, we were asked tackle the topic of knots. Join us!

35 comments

    • One can hope, but the damage of this winter–that may be less easy to loosen. We can always lop them off, if they prove too entangled. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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  1. Ok, I don’t think I’ve read a single poem of yours that hasn’t blown me away.

    I love the k sounds in this one, and it strikes me that the word knot itself has a k, but it’s a silent one! so the rest of your lines make up for that 😀

    Yours,
    David

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  2. I imagine a sky that can’t make up its mind, to the consternation of all, with roiling clouds that pause briefly to let a bit of sunlight through before churning between gray and darkness.

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