sometime soon
the afternoon monsoon
massy clouds will let go
feathered vapour becomes stun-gun
pelts — school-kids, nuns on bicycles, ponies and peonies heavy heads down
all us plain-living things — with life (L…I…F…E…)
gouts and over-spouts
your embrace leaves me drenched
thunder down the hallway.
Image: Margaret Barr’s “Strange Children” [ballet], 1955 / photographer unknown c/- State Library of NSW
Margaret Barr (29 November 1904 – 29 May 1991) was a choreographer and teacher of dance-drama who worked in the United States, England, New Zealand and Australia. During a career of more than sixty years, she created over eighty works.
A quadrille for Dverse where De is hosting and asks us to use the word ‘go’ in our 44 word poem.
And for those of you thawing out from too much winter, here’s Monsoon feat. Sheila Chandra from 1982 with Ever So Lonely
Peter Frankis writes 
That’s a fantastic image and a perfectly crafted quadrille to accompany it Peter. I love the description of ‘ponies and peonies heavy heads down’ such a creative use of your 44 words!
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Oh, I like this so much, Peter! So much vivid imagery and language here.
especially LOVE:
“feathered vapour becomes stun-gun
pelts”
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I love the last two lines- perfect Peter!
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This is perfect, and that image fits perfectly… Love the ponies and peonies.. as for rain, it can be both something we long for and at the same time something that makes us bend our necks.
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“stun gun pelts, gouts and overspouts, drenched in the hallway” What fun!
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The images are gorgeous. I’m in awe. Really great quadrille.
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Beautiful imagery, Peter! I like the ponies and peonies.
And as an aside, it brings a fun memory. When our daughters were young, the word cumulonimbus sent them into uncontrollable laughter.
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I do like the line “feathered vapour becomes stun-gun”
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You capture the intensity of the monsoon season so well, the engendered passion, and the imagery of bowing your way through it! Love Sheila Chandra’s music — hadn’t heard it in quite a while. :>)
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I appreciate everything being purposeful in your post. I like how the top image mirrors the (lovely) dancer in the video. Rain is one of those things that won’t be ignored and always brings things to life one way or another. I like the rhyming opener. Australia grows peonies? Rain does love to bow them down but it gets the ants who love them scurrying for cover. Great tune to go with the rich imagery of your “plain-living things.”
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What an amazing photograph, Peter, to match a stunning quadrille! I love the movement and wetness of it, the image of the ‘ponies and peonies heavy heads down’ – ‘ponies’ is a letter short of being an anagram of ‘peonies’ – as well as the internal rhyme of ‘gouts and over-spouts’, and the thought of an embrace drenching a loved one.
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Peter,
That’s just brilliant.
-David
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Gouts and overspouts exuberant and wonderful!
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Sings. Definitely a read-aloud. Thanks.
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This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Peter! I love; “school-kids, nuns on bicycles, ponies and peonies heavy heads down all us plain-living things.”💝💝
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loved the imge of ponies and peonie in the rain, could even hear the rain falling
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your words perfectly depict the art and the umbrellas await the monsoon … had some real downpours the last fortnight here Peter … hope you’re dry?
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Yep – a little too – all my lush veggies – so used to luxurious daily watering are back to dry autumn.
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lol I’m sure you’ll nourish them and keep them thriving Peter!
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Umbrellas in desert and monsoon down the hallway…love the images!
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brilliant rendition of rain from cloud to stun gun and all of us who receive it – rushing and running and going for shelter helter-skelter – and then you change the tempo and mood in the final couplet as the personal comes to the fore and is blended with thunder
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“peonies heavy heads down” … Oh no! Peonies are my favourite flowers. I managed to get my hands on a bouquet of wallflowers today, and oh what a glorious scent. The kitchen and dining room smell like spring.
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Lovely poem, and wow! that video is just awesome. Entrancing!
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So glad you enjoyed.
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I love this poem of vivid imagery! This line in particular…
massy clouds will let go
feathered vapour becomes stun-gun
pelts
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