Icy thorns in kestrel snow,
I gather them for you; plunging
ire to your still desert, stave
it in illness, black lilies
incite the gallows you bring
into the ladies of dust
if the blood oceanid parts.
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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem using the PLEIADES FORM (click HERE for MTB 16/10/14 post on this). Pick a ONE-WORD TITLE then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.
Pseudopsychosis. 
50 responses to “Ionad.”
I love every bit of this… the kestrel snow, the ire, and blood oceanid parts…
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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All those ‘I’ sounds really ring out here, Lucy – you have aced it!
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Ingrid, thank you so much. 🙂
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I love the way the initial long ‘I’ echoes in the opening lines in ‘icy’ and ‘ire’ and then becomes a short ‘I’ sound in ‘illness, black lilies / incite the gallows you bring’. The ladies of dust sound mysterious.
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Thank you very much, Kim.
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Fascinating write with that sensational opener. Looked up Ionad in the Irish – at first I thought it was a reference to Jupiter’s moon
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Thank you!
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Impressive intensity of imagery, Lucy. You aren’t afraid of those “i” words. Such confident writing.
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Thank you so much, Sarah. 😊
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“Confident writing” indeed. I loved the “black lilies” and “plunging ire to your still desert”. You navigate the prompt form with your usual aplomb.
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Thank you, Glenn!
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Who likes this work? I.
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Hahaha! I’m happy to hear that, Ron. Thank you.
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This is gorgeous. I especially like “black lilies incite the gallows.”
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Qui, thank you so much! ❤
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Wow Lucy, this is amazing, love it ❤️
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Thank you. 😀
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I really love that kestrel snow. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Misky.
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Brava! You never cease to amaze!
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Aww, thank you Eugi.
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My pleasure!
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I like the way the line breaks work to change the rhythm. I agree about the kestral snow, too, it just sounds good as well as creating a lovely image.
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Thank you so much, K!
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This poem is sensational Lucy. The workings of your poetic mind create exhilarating result.
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Thank you very much.
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I think it’s fabulous…cold as snow and clear as ice, Lucy!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Very nicely done Lucy!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Love the lingering ‘I’ all the way, Lucy!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Amazing 💖 loved it ♥️
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure 🤗
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Wonderfully imaginative.
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Thanks.
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Your imagination never ceases to amaze me! Like where did you come up with “kestrel snow” Very well done, Lucy!
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Thank you, Jay!
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You have captured the darkness, the coldness and the black lilies, smells of death permeates the air. It seams death is everywhere these days.
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Thank you.
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I like kestrel snow. Falcons seem to go with cold and ice.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Gripping 😊
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Thank you so much.
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❤️
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❤ ❤
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I am so intrigued by this, love it, spins different imagery with each visit
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Thank you so much. It’s an honor!
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