with borders closed in every direction
dreaded missing Salem’s gruesome collection
leapt upon my trusty broomstick
across the ocean, giving borders the flick
arrived in time for the autumn show
joined the cavorting and careening flow
natural beauty revellers and history
plus tantalising mystery
d’Verse, 44 words inc. ‘careen’, Lillian – inspired by Lillian’s post about the prompt!
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Yay, such a fun poem Kate…and the play up of words….its brilliant😊
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Fantastic, Kate. Awesome language selections.
So fun!
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Most welcome, Kate. ☺️
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You kept the “season” alive … love your quadrille!
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Such a fun poem!!! Very creative…
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much appreciated, it all came from the prompt … I just pulled it all together 🙂
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Such a fun-loving poem, Kate. Chasing mysteries and adventures.
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You really are into the Halloween spirit completely! Aced this, sis! 🙂
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Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!
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Seriously how did you cram all that into such a small verse and still have it make perfect sense and be fun too? You are a whizz at this Kate. Love it
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A fun poem Kate..
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An enchanting write, Kate!
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Chasing mysteries. One of the better journeys.
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Nothing can stop a good broomstick and poem, enjoyed this magical ride! 🧹
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A fun poem Kate!
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Fun way to travel. Must hold on tight though
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Yup! Need to be gutsy.
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Sounds like a fun adventure!!! Enjoy the autumn treats!
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Bewitched, me.
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That sounds like fun Kate. Now where did I put my broomstick? (K)
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Oh … I’m scared of hieghts Kate … it would to be more like a magic carpet ride for me to jump on board .. 😃🗺🌈
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This is gorgeously composed 😀 I love the “cavorting and careening flow natural beauty revellers.” 💝💝
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HA!!! I love this poem! The flow and the message!
Is your broom a two-seater? I’ll jump on! We can call ourselves Cavort and Careen! 😉 😀 😛
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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a nice change from Thelma and Louise 🙂
Jump on board, I’m off to visit all my WP friends 🙂
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Kate your quirky poem reminds me that I have had dreams of flying, but not on a broomstick! Maybe next Halloween, I’ll give it a try! ❤
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The meter is great–just “off” enough to feel like you’re careening through this poem.
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The dreaming broom makes you write a nice poem, Kate .
Love ❤
Michel
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Kate, while you’re up there… you should come visit all of your international poet friends 😀
❤
David
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Love it, I think these days, having a trusty broomstick is really what makes all the difference.
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Haha! It sounds like that broom stick needs seat belts!! I’ll pass on taking a ride with you as I don’t need to circumvent the border patrol or customs. But it would have come in handy when we wanted to geocache in Canada!
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LOVE this post and its reference to the crazy crowds in Salem, MA over yesterday’s and last night’s Halloween….and really the entire month of October.
“joined the cavorting and careening flow” — cavorting and careening….putting those words together, with the sounds they make in your mind when you read them….or if you read them aloud…I can hear them bumping into each other…cacophonous! 🙂
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much appreciated Lillian, you really did inspire me! I had to cut back on words and nearly took cavorting out but I also liked the sound and managed to cut other words 🙂
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Well done Kate! Your delightful verses invite me to tag along. Does one need a parachute when flying on a broom?
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