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Quintilla paint chip challenge

This week’s Paint chip challenge from Linda Krushcke is for quintillas. Do visit her blog to see the the definition of quintilla, the colours and her poem for this challenge.

She writes:

‘Today we’ll be writing one or more quintillas.

‘Your challenge is to write at least one stanza in the quintilla form. You can certainly write more if you like, but one well-crafted quintilla is all I’m asking.

‘I was inspired by the requirement of five lines to only give you five paint chip words and phrases to work with.

‘Those words and phrases are robin’s egg, jade, The Scarlet Letter, slow, and goldfish. I would like you to use at least two of these in your quintilla. If you can use them as your rhyme words, all the better. But you could also pick one to be your title but not use it in the actual poem. The possibilities aren’t endless, but there are more than a few.’

One of these paint chips resonated with me this week. Incidentally, the robin we see in the UK is completely different from the American one.

Slow process

A picture I saw on Twitter
Showed some robin’s eggs in a nest
In a hiking boot, but I guessed
That boot’s owner was not sitter-
In-chief. Birds incubate eggs best.

Please click on the link below to see the original tweet, which inspired this poem.

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Idyll paint chip poem

Sea foam on a bridge and beck

Sea foam in the foreground with distant arable fields

This week Linda Kruschke’s challenge is to write an Idyll. For the dictionary definitions, colours and her poem please click here. She writes:

Today your challenge is to write your own idyll, according to any of the three definitions provided by the poetry dictionary

The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with are sprig of mintmoon walkwaterfallscarecrowsea foamsaffron, and forget-me-not. I’d like you to use at least five of these words and phrases in your idyll.

 

 

Coastal countryside

In the northern British countryside scarecrows are rarely seen.
Mostly made for festivals or National Trust properties,
They have been given funny names* or represent celebrities.
The windswept arable fields change from ploughed brown to green.

Along the edge of the growing crop wild flowers germinate.
They look quite small and insignificant by the swaying stalks;
Field pansy, forget-me-not, shepherd’s purse and more brighten our walks.
After a storm sea foam leaves the coast in a strange state.

Sea foam glistening white clings to the cliffs as the tide ebbs.
Seen from afar it might be thought to be a waterfall.
Red saffron-coloured sandstone makes many an attractive wall.
On the walls plants grow, snails shelter and spiders build webs.

* I once met a blogging scarecrow with a funny name at Wordsworth’s House and Garden in Cockermouth. Read about our first meeting here.

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Paint chip haibun

Linda Kruschke’s Paint chip poetry prompt is for a Haibun. For the definition, the paint chip colours and examples of her haibuns please visit her post.

What I would like you to do is write a haibun in the form of a travel journal or diary entry. It must be nonfiction. I want to hear about your adventures. End your poem with a haiku (for those of you who were hoping for haiku this week, you won’t be disappointed). You can include additional haiku if you like.

The paint chip words and phrases that you have to work with are before the rainmountain peaksupernovatumbleweedtropicalin the dark, and dust bunny.

I would like you to use at least five of the paint chips, including one in your haiku.

And there is no need for a title with a haibun, much like the haiku that has no title. But you can add one if you like.

Haibun inspired by journal entries in my Decomposition Book

Monday. We were driven from the airport towards the sun, setting bright as a supernova.

Pool in Japanese garden

Pool in Japanese garden

Wednesday. In Portland’s rose garden we explored the paths, read many labels and ate our picnic lunch before the rain. Then we visited the Japanese garden.

Waterfall beyond
a pool wherein koi carp
swim near the irises

Saturday. Visiting Mount Tabor we caught a glimpse of the mountain peak we had last seen from the air. Walking up a path we reached a gap in the trees. Mount Hood, which had been hidden by clouds on Monday, was clearly visible. An awe-inspiring surprise view.

It was June. Light evenings meant we rarely stayed out in the dark. We walked a long way in the city and its suburbs.

Tree-lined avenues
diminish tropical heat
of Portland’s sidewalks