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Sunset sprawls;
Mother Earth’s
exposed crown
readies for a
careful clipping
weeded and watered,
watered and weeded.
Don’t pour tears
on serrated leaves;
summer season’s slow,
let latent buds bloom.
Carmine, ripened vine,
juicy June,
compose a spell,
sweet Camarosa,
my strawberry moon.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell: Sanaa is host this stormy evening with the task of a 44-word quadrille that casts a “spell.”
Thank you kindly, Gillena. Here’s to the strawberry moon arriving tomorrow.
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Thanks, Carol. She’s to appear this evening. A super strawberry moon in fact.
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Oh, thank you, Lillian. I can always use good company.
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Thank you for hosting, Sanaa. A lovely evening last night, and I did get a little glimpse of the lush strawberry moon. Happy summer!
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My pleasure ☺️💕
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It’s always a great pleasure. ❤
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Thank you, Tricia. I was lucky to spot her last night. Summer is ever so sweet.
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Many thanks, Ron. It looks more cream than strawberry for me here as well, but I’m still hoping for a taste. 💜
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The delicate imagery in this poem is gorgeous! ❤
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Thank you, Grace. I’ve been looking for a glimpse of her…nothing yet.
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Beautiful ode to the strawberry moon – love your rhymes, so discreet you almost don’t see them, just hear them, and the assonance, and the alliteration – oh goodness, yes, I love all of it!
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Such beautiful imagery, K! Lovely poem.
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It was a beautiful moon, I got the tiniest nibble, a satisfying feeling. 💜 Thank you for reading this poem, Jeff.
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Yes, I only got a nibble here but it was delicious. 🍓
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