Grace is tending bar in the dVerse Poets Pub today ~ our challenge ~ the English Madrigal form. A tricky one for sure. Throughout my childhood, I begged my parents for a monkey ~ to no avail!!
In Gibraltar ~ 2014
his laughter rings like music full of grace
a dance, a prance as in a quirky dream
upon his rock where golden sunbeams gleam
brushing my shoulder, free in time and place
nimble, as he leaps from stone to tree
his laughter rings like music full of grace
a dance, a prance as in a quirky dream
a joyful creature free in time and place
i watch him climb, then chatter to the sky
for there he reigns where earth and heaven lie
his laughter rings like music full of grace
a dance, a prance as in a quirky dream
upon a rock where golden sunbeams gleam
ha - They are amusing to watch as they leap from stone to tree. I remember growing up there was a pet store on my way home from school. I would stop in there sometimes as they had a monkey. This was a creative approach to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteMonkeys are interesting animals
ReplyDeleteMonkeys seem like smaller, freer humans to me. You capture their playful spirit well here, Helen. When I was a kid some older neighbors a few doors down had a spider monkey in a cage in the basement. Poor little guy. I remember being thrilled to be allowed to go in their basement to see him.
ReplyDeleteI love how you captured his joyful creature with laughter like music full of grace. Thanks for joining in Helen. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteWell this stands out amongst the madrigal offerings as a truly vivid leap of imagination Helen...
ReplyDeleteI will never see another monkey without thinking of this very apt description!
ReplyDelete"his laughter rings like music full of grace
a dance, a prance as in a quirky dream"
I loved your poem, Helen! I felt as if I were watching him in all his glory.
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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Helen!! Yours is so much fun :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your monkey madrigal, Helen, an unusual subject for a madrigal, and it worked really well, as you captured the essence of the creature in your lines. I especially love the rhythm in this line: ‘a dance, a prance as in a quirky dream’, and the way the monkey chatters to the sky.
ReplyDeleteThe Barbary Macaque, sneaky lot, saw them as a child :) Parents! Loved your madrigal Helen, the imagery and lyrical nature, beautiful.
ReplyDeletea delightful poem, Helen ~
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, Helen. I have never for a day in my life wanted a monkey, and I'm wondering if your childhood desire for one put you more in the norm or if it's I who was in the norm. My biggest problem with monkeys is that I don't find them attractive (like I find dogs and cats, but especially cats), but if I were to have some such creature, it would surely be a gorilla because they're supposed to be gentle (unlike grown chimps!), and because I consider them so ugly that they're cute. Spring is quickly arriving here in Valley, but I suppose it's a ways off where you are.