I originally wrote this 30 word wordle for the Wednesday Prompt. Realised it is not suitable for a Spotlight Poem because it does not evoke questions.Pity, because I like this one better than the other I am going to submit. Once I learnt that Viv and Jinksy were old school chums from St Trinians I thought a poem was in order.
Boy fingers the silk peach girdle
underneath the white tulle petticoat
A frisson of joy erupts from his heart
The maiden on his lap brushes his cheek
with rosebud lips soft feather tips of a sparrow
wing portents of promise
Raindrops trickle down the window pane
Logs glow and burn in the compact hearth
on this wintry morn at the Hall
An accompaniment of tea cups wobble and rattle
on the table to whispers sighs and breathless panting
" Who is responsible for this rude twaddle?" shouts the teacher
Jinksy's hand shot up." It was Viv, Miss Pommeroy!"
Boy fingers the silk peach girdle
underneath the white tulle petticoat
A frisson of joy erupts from his heart
The maiden on his lap brushes his cheek
with rosebud lips soft feather tips of a sparrow
wing portents of promise
Raindrops trickle down the window pane
Logs glow and burn in the compact hearth
on this wintry morn at the Hall
An accompaniment of tea cups wobble and rattle
on the table to whispers sighs and breathless panting
" Who is responsible for this rude twaddle?" shouts the teacher
Jinksy's hand shot up." It was Viv, Miss Pommeroy!"
Oh, I'd say it raises several questions! Who's the boy and what was he doing in St. Trinians? Naughty Viv and Jinks!
ReplyDeleteWV: cooin - which is obviously what was going on here!
Charming and fun poem, Rall! Love the wobbling tea cups as background for those amorous sighs and panting! I am flummoxed as to how to combine this wordle prompt and a spotlight poem. It hasn't happened yet ...
ReplyDeleteNot guilty. Would I be capable of such deathless prose?
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, try reading this aloud: "whispers sighs and breathless panting" - maybe it works in an Aussie accent?
It works really well with your dentures in. Speaking in Middle English could be tricky I suppose.
ReplyDeleteMy teeth are my own, and I don't mean paid for!
ReplyDeleteI've put a bit more war story on my blog:
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/08/10/by-popular-request/
Your war story is fabulous. Looking forward to the weekly installments.
ReplyDeleteThis is funny! I laughed out loud, school starts for me two weeks from tomorrow. You captured the spirit of the classroom, and perhaps even ViV and Jinksy. ;)
ReplyDeleteWell-done.
One wonders where the petticoat was - or did I just know some strange boys at school?
ReplyDeleteI have a question - what make of tea was in the teacups? I only like green tea with lemon! I need the the sharp, fresh taste to titilate my taste buds after the soup course.
ReplyDeleteRall I enjoyed this. Very funny!
ReplyDeletePamela
When (or before) I grow up, I want to be a 'care'taker at an all girls school...
ReplyDeletegood one Rall....my upper plate danced and giggled on my real teeth...thanks for prompt and remembering MAN RAY...and my fetish for backs.....happy trails....see you later
ReplyDeleteBacks indeed..you wicked ole Wayne Pitchfork!
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