As anyone who reads this blog knows, my natural tendency in poetry is to rhyme. I can’t help it most times. It sort of pours out of me like the rain pours here in Scotland – mostly interminable with occasional bursts of sunshine to ring the changes.
Naturally, I’d love more sunshine but I’ve learned to love the downpours, the drizzle, the being dumped on from above. Hyperbole anyone? But I have learned to love the watery sunshine and the new growth that emerges so furiously after a deluge, the myriad shades of green and the promise of pastel relief.
Mostly I’ve learned to appreciate the sun when it does deign to chase the clouds away and then I’m like every other Scot enjoying the break from the seemingly incessant rain – get your kit off, harvest the rays and let the sun work its magic on pale skin.
We mushrooms might live in too much darkness, way too much moisture but we’re very tasty with a bit of square-sliced sausage and some bacon. Plain bread, brown sauce. Gawd, I’m starving! And we like to turn rotten into meaningful – slight political allusion there. 😉
Anyway, here’s my first Shadorma as far as I remember – mushrooms not being as noted for memory as taste and a slight hint of danger if not picked carefully!
I couldn’t resist a bit of free verse challenge too. Did I mention we Scots like a challenge on our plate?
( Shadorma Challenge – Passing Time )
In darkness
Or festooned by rain
Moisture mulched
Our springtime
Winters Byzantine’s fall
Mushrooms’ summer stance
Free Verse
Insouciant to Northern needs
Strange seasonal rhythm,
Clear skies belie what always gathers
To favour lush growth
And so the greens are very green
Of every hue
Weathered temples succumb to rot
As nature’s need to rejuvenate
Flushes and fuels, sprouting mushrooms,
Rich in resource, delicacies hardened and hardy,
Even in unnatural darkness
Bringing forth flavours
Building on the old.
Normal rhyming service will no doubt be restored because a new cloud burst always follows here. But, today, the sun is shining. Yay! Strip the veil and cast the spores! 😉
Somehow the earthy richness of your words have made this spring to life viscerally. Isn’t it irony that we rarely seen rain and thirst for it here? Well, that thought is so cliche, I will concentrate instead on wrapping my fuzzy morning brain around ‘What is Shadorma’. Thank you for keeping me entertained and on my toes, simultaneously Anne-Marie. xx
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Good question, Beth. I’ve read them without knowing until tried here. A type of poetry consisting of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables. I think. I’ll have to double-check that! If you send some sunshine, I’ll send you some rain. Fair swap. 🙂 x
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I really enjoyed this. Have a great day, Anne-Marie! 🙂
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Thanks, Lisa. You too! 🙂 x
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all hail the world’s freeversers
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I bow to free verse master
But, Paul, I can’t resist!
There’s something so compelling
In tweaking little twists,
In turning sounds that prompt me,
Tease me, ‘Have a go’,
I get caught up in rhyming
And going with that flow.
It’s infantile at times, I guess,
In nursery it’s found,
I s’pose I’m just a child at heart,
Second time around!
Watch it. 😉
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a rhyme in time might be sublime
but I must fly where no rules tie
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And elegantly you always do, Paul. Eagle wings.
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See, I’m not good at writing poetry. I wish I could but it’s like I have writers block y’know?
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You should give it another try. Free verse, whatever. Free the spirit. At the time of coming to WP, almost exactly two years ago, I had no idea I would end up focussing so much on poetry. But it kind of encapsulates what I want to say and I love it. Can’t shut me up now.
But what the hell, eh? 🙂
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I will try. 🙂
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Brilliant! Spicy! Masterfully written! ~ Rain in those last spring days not stranger here, at North, at MN earth…
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Thank you. Spring showers I can live with. A spot of sustained sunshine would go down a treat though. 🙂
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Bravo to both free verse and shadorma. Wishing you sunshine.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Oh, such lovely phrasing–very nice! And I’m glad for you to have sunshine.
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Thank you, Dell. Unfortunately, it was of short duration. Blink and it’s gone.
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Oh, that does happen–here too.
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Great writing, Anne-Marie, and as for the rain, well, we get our fair share here, you know! I guess it’s a British thing – we’d complain about it being too dry if we lived in Morocco!
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But a wee shot to brighten up the British weather with something like a real summer would be grand. It’s p#**#&@ it down here again. 😦
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Agreed!
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Bravo and here’s a standing ovation for Scottishmomus! I absolutely loved this whole post from the peppy intro to the last: “Strip the veil and cast the spores!” and I’m really glad you dropped in!
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Thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever had a standing ovation before. 🙂 I enjoyed the challenge. I’ll try to get on board whenever I can with you and Yves. Many thanks again.
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You’re really very welcome and I’m so happy to have been the first to give you a standing ovation!
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I really enjoyed reading your process notes and any poetry with words like “insouciant” in it….utterly fabulous 🙂 Loved it all.
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Thank you so much, CC, for reading and for such a lovely comment. 🙂
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