Friday, May 6, 2011

The Fire

The furious forest fire fought, those flaming fires almost won, the fair of heart fast flung the art the faded fortress walls were hung – a festive frieze, four fripperies, a limpid fawn in furbelows, a scorched and sunburnt fenwood girl, her fenwood arrows and her bow. (“Fourteen Left Faint” fretted tin-type flyers furnishéd by dawn.) And hunted by the flatfoot guard, the fire-setter from Fife was torn between the fishponds of remorse and fiddleheaded stalks of hope, a farandole of fears he trod, a figure eighty-eight with tropes and fluteful hops of frolic cheer: His long-lost fenwood bride was near.

Image based on Diana Hunting by Guillaume Seignac.
Posted by Kathy B. at 10:14 AM
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12 comments:

  1. Laurie LeclairMay 6, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    You blow me away K - keep writing!

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  2. MJMay 6, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    You are bringing a very unique voice to our little group.

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  3. Kelwal76November 15, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    sighhhhh.... timeless. ♥

    http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/the-widow/

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  4. Pat HattNovember 15, 2011 at 4:11 PM

    haha love the tongue twisty nature of your piece, great job!

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  5. Kathy B.November 15, 2011 at 4:39 PM

    Posted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/15/open-link-night-week-18/

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  6. hedgewitchNovember 15, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    I'm never sure whether these little paragraphs are intended to have an external meaning as well as a scrimshaw form meaning. Again, alliteration is masterly here, and the picture of the fenwood wife stands out in cameo.

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  7. Adura OjoNovember 15, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Wow, what a tongue twister! You've got great poetic word and sound play in the mix of it all.

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  8. Brian MillerNovember 15, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    ok i felt like i was in V for Vendetta, only with F for Freakin crazy alliteration...haha...makes it a fun dance through your words though...at least they were together eh?

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  9. Jenne' R. Andrews November 16, 2011 at 12:40 AM

    This is totally amazing-- you take us into the ether with your language-- which in my humble opinion, what poetry is meant to do: I love the music in these lines:

    The furious forest fire fought, those flaming fires almost won, the fair of heart fast flung the art the faded fortress walls were hung: a festive frieze, four fripperies, a limpid fawn in furbelows, a scorched and sunburnt fenwood girl, her fenwood arrows and her bow.


    I will be dreaming in the key of F...if there is such a key. xxxxj

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  10. Steve KingNovember 16, 2011 at 4:26 PM

    I admire your originality and your poetic vocabulary. Great imagination.

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  11. UnknownNovember 16, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    You had at "The furious forest fire fought..." Love it! I love its rhythm...lovely!

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  12. Shashidhar SharmaNovember 16, 2011 at 11:17 PM

    Its very interesting ... I enjoyed it a lot. thanks for sharing...

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html

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