January 2, 2017

to "curl", a quadrille








curl-ing stones by community in the North 
we gathered in old barns with strong spirits 
and ice laid down, straw lining each end 
we would laugh, chortle to ourselves 
and Winter near as we could tell 
always smelled of bourbon 
and oak on fire 



EJR  ©

36 comments:

  1. I almost feel that curling is a great excuse to meet and enjoy between friends... Love that picture.

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    1. That it is ... even when cold, dark and desolate, there is need for sharing our joyfully social and embraceable humanity when Winter ... curling, I call it some sort of glacial shuffleboard the speed of wonder and awe over how water turns to ice ... and thanks for stopping in ...

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  2. You bring me right there, up north cold yet having fun with that curling sport ~

    Thanks for joining us Edward ~

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  3. Love this one, and I like curling.

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  4. I don't know much about curling, but I didn't think they did it inside with ice on a barn floor. Interesting.

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    1. Barrel fires and whisky to keep warm and frictional science applied to time's passage and this broom and stone entertainment serving as a tonic comradery of Winter. Though it must said beer is also consumed, especially these days ...

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  5. Oh excellent, Edward! I thought that curling only happened in Ireland but obviously not. That's a great photograph. I love the way you convey the warmth and camaraderie.

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  6. Oh I do love this! I remember watching curling in the Olympics, perhaps...and thinking how strange...but that is simply becuase I am not acquainted with the sport. Perhaps I should have been enjoying some bourbon while I was watching? :)

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  7. You have everything there in 44 words, the ice, the fire, the sport, the smell...wonderful!

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  8. You've painted a wonderful scene with those 44 words. :)

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    1. The prompt was good I just fell into where the words bathe ...

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  9. Delightful! I can see it even without the picture. :)

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    1. Yes, I love when that happens ... thank you

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  10. I like how you drew out the "url" hiding in "curl" with that hyphen. Also the double meaning in "spirits." Same for "ends." :)

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    1. You have a handle on the stone ... thank you for saying such .. :)

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  11. I could feel the close-knit friendship - the bourbon tempers the chill.

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  12. A sport many are unfamiliar with. Great descriptions.

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  13. Fun, I had thought of that sport too, but knowing nothing about it, didn't write. Yours adds a fun perspective.

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  14. That's a great memorial. Curling is an interesting sport to watch on TV. Being from the south, I've never quite understood how it's played, but I can see the fellowship joined in your verse.

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  15. Superb, it is so well-matched to the image. Back to those days of old.

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    1. better to be lucky than good ... images have a way of finding the words themselves almost ... thank you ...

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    1. sometimes the prompt just strikes a right note and voila ... thank you :)

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  17. I love the inclusion of smell and association to winter. I also like the picture included and the overall thematic of the poem. Yet the bourbon line is what sticks and stirs me the most.

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  18. Excellent, Edward. The sport of curling never occurred to me!

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  19. Warm and wonderful nostalgia in the photo and poem!

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  20. Fabulous imagery with your words. Love the sound of Oak fire and Whisky.

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