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Ballade paint chip poetry prompt

Linda Kruschke has set a challenge for this week’s paint chip poetry. Unusually she has not yet posted her poem for the prompt, but has promised it for Monday 11 January. Her full post with the paint chip colours is here.

To quote:
There were some interesting choices, including Beat Poetry, but I decided on the Ballade.
The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with are cowboy, polished stone, raw silk, spinach, avalanche, Rocky Mountains, and robin’s egg. I would like you to pick three of the paint chips for your Ballade. Choose the three that you think have the greatest connection to each other.

I learned that the form of a ballade is 3 verses of ababbcbC and an envoi bcbC, where C is a repeated line. After clicking on Linda’s links I consulted a wonderful paperback for further clarification of this form – How to be Well-versed in Poetry Edited by E.O.Parrott. I mentioned it previously on this blog and how I came to buy it on my photo blog.

A Ballade of Hazardous Weather

The avalanche of snow slides down
One of the Rocky Mountains.
Its whiteness mixes with brown,
As with a loud roar it gains
More and more stains.
Logs, rocks or polished stone
Cause terrible pains.
Selfless kindness will be shown.

Buried in snow’s no way to drown.
(Minor complaints like chilblains
Give some skiers a frown.)
Ski sticks akimbo like canes,
Their faint hope wanes.
Will they be able to phone
For helpful snow-chains?
Selfless kindness will be shown.

A rescuer coming from the town
Has brawn as well as brains.
He does not seek renown;
Hollow praises he disdains.
Common sense reigns.
The skiers are flown
To safety and trains.
Selfless kindness will be shown.

Now when it rains
Logs, rocks or polished stone
Can block the storm drains.
Selfless kindness will be shown.

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Abstract poetry paint chip prompt

Linda Kruschke has devised a new style of prompt for 2021.

For her complete explanation, the colours and her poem, please click the link.

The paint chip words and phrases we have to work with are snow daysafety orangecampfireseedlingravenmud, and shadow.

I would like you to use all seven words and phrases as you abstractly paint with these very fall and winter colors.

Examples that Drury offers the poet are “Soul Says” by Jorie Graham and “The Descent” by William Carlos Williams, as well as the poetry of John Ashbery.

This is not my usual style, but I have had a go:

Realisation

A seedling idea is no more than a shadow
Glimpsed through the window.
Perhaps it is as clear as mud
Until the penny drops with a thud!
A snow day has contrasts of white,
Safety orange and raven-black night.
A seedling idea is no more than a shadow
Glimpsed through the window
Or a half-remembered song begotten
From remnants of a campfire long forgotten.
On a snow day the awesome contrasts of raven-black,
White and safety orange may knock you (wonder-struck) back.

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Paint chip challenge 52 Silence

From Lynda Kruschke’s post, where the whole challenge, colours and her poem may be seen:

Our theme is Silence. Seems appropriate for a relatively quiet holiday season.

The words and phrases you have to work with are sprig of mintsmoke signaldragonflyblack catfaded denimdust devil, and prickly pear. My challenge to you is to pick just one of these words, the one that most symbolizes silence for you, and write four tercets with a clear rhyme scheme. Or you could choose to write a triolet.

I learned from the link above that the rhyming scheme of a triolet is ABaAabAB, where upper case letters denote repeated lines. Lower case letters denote a rhyme matching the line represented by the same upper case letter.

A sprig of mint took me back to my childhood. For the sake of the challenge I have made my mother silent, but it would have been very unusual for her not to have thanked me.

Silence

My mother sent me out to pick a sprig of mint
From the corner of the garden near the shed.
Our garden had clay soil and stones* of flint.
My mother sent me out to pick a sprig of mint.
I noticed in her thankful eyes a glint,
When she took it from me; not a word she said.
My mother sent me out to pick a sprig of mint
From the corner of the garden near the shed.

* For readers in the US our British stones are what you call rocks. 🙂