It’s More Than Poetry

Superb Richard, just superb.

Thank you so much, Scratch. Your comments are so encouraging. I just love to write and am doing so more than ever. Richard

Some terrific lines in this Rich,"a loons melodic cry", " a wild heart stilled like a whispering shadow". Brilliant stuff.

I am so pleased at the reception this poem has received. Thank you, jolono. And merci, ABC team for the cerises. Rich

Bonjour, mon ami! Well deserved, Richard. Lovely reverie. Well done.

Hello there RLP.
Another nice on from Nova Scotia.

And where would we all be without "...deet..." ?
Regards.

Thanks ScoZen, I've used my share of Deet during past fishing days. Although the worst mosquitoes ever seen or felt were in James Bay. Ouchie. Richard

Thanks ScoZen, I've used my share of Deet during past fishing days. Although the worst mosquitoes ever seen or felt were in James Bay. Ouchie. Richard

Hello PT, saying the same thing in different ways is a challenge to our creative senses, eh? May this day continue to bless your own writing. Richard LP

Well Richard I can't gain say the terribleness of the Mosquitos in James Bay, however the worst insect experience that I have ever had was whilste camping at Glen Brittle on the Isle of Skye, Scotland.

I don't know if you've heard tell of the Scottish Midgies, but even typing this is making me scratch. Such cruel, insatiable beasties. So bad that I think Robert Burns wrote a bloody poem about them.

I fled Scotland on account of midgies.
The Highlands & Islands Tourist Board have now to declare their presence on the website.

Oh, on Deet, its best taken with crushed ice and a touch of lemonade.

Oh, scratch! Memories. Yes Richard, Canada might have mossies built by de Havilland. But the Highland Midge. Heh heh! Only funny 20 years later... Waking up in a pitch dark tent with air displays going on in your ears and nose and every pore being probed. No, it's not even funny now.

You gave me an idea scratch. Why not write a ten line poem on your remembered mosquitoes and I'll do the same with my own beasties, in James Bay? Richard

And you too, scozen. Get in on our ten line poem on the mosquitoes you encountered, the real beasties. It should be neat. I'll place mine on my site, and you both do the same. A good challenge? Richard.

Challenge accepted, don't hold me to a deadline though!

Got mine up already, scratch, and forgive me for not holding to the ten lines---the mosquitoes made me do it. Richard

Hello Scozen, I've got my mosquito (in Quebec French it's maringouin) poem up. The mosquitoes drove me to more than ten lines. Cheers, or is it ouch. Richard

Scratch, I felt guilty writing a longer poem than my challenge of ten lines. So here is my 10 lines---

Mosquitoes

Moose River waves thrust against
our starboard side causing a
desperate course into a small bay.

Clambering ashore we breached a spit
of swampy land. Droning soon
carried our gaze and bites like spears
penetrated our skin and we slapped

and yelped in circles but could remain
no longer. Run. But mosquito bite itching
lasted a very long time.

© 2012 Richard L. Provencher

Scozen, here is my 10 line mosquito challenge poem. As I said to Scratch, I felt guilty writing more lines than I earlier mentioned.

Mosquitoes

Moose River waves thrust against
our starboard side causing a
desperate course into a small bay.

Clambering ashore we breached a spit
of swampy land. Droning soon
carried our gaze and bites like spears
penetrated our skin and we slapped

and yelped in circles but could remain
no longer. Run. But mosquito bite itching
lasted a very long time.

© 2012 Richard L. Provencher

PT why not get in on our mosquitoe poem challenge? This is my ten liner--

Mosquitoes

Moose River waves thrust against
our starboard side causing a
desperate course into a small bay.

Clambering ashore we breached a spit
of swampy land. Droning soon
carried our gaze and bites like spears
penetrated our skin and we slapped

and yelped in circles but could remain
no longer. Run. But mosquito bite itching
lasted a very long time.

© 2012 Richard L. Provencher

Ah's a-commin!

Oh, mystery of the Highland night
Perfectionist of nasal flight
Caused the bedding to be rent
Panic in each terrorised tent
The misty rain released a cloud
To make each Scotsman's heart fair proud
But the visitors, they could'nae ken
What's going on in the silver'd Glen
And swatted at the biting ghosts
To the merriment of their Scottish hosts

10 lines!

Wow, shades of Robbie Burns, this is GOOD. See how a pertinent focus can bring out a real gem. Huzzah. Richard

Thanks for the challenge, Richard. Like yours, too. Action-packed. It's the ones in the hair that bother me most. Wrote mine over a bowl of porridge. Obviously tapped into something primally Celt.

Hello PT, I remember fondly in Northern Quebec, my birthplace at Rouyn-Noranda, the woods full of no-see-ums. Little beggars so tiny you could not see, but feel their drilling through flesh and the mountainous bulge of skin afterwards, with itching for days. Scratch-Scratch, sorry Scratch. ps. thanks for taking up the challenge, and may the cherries descend upon you. Richard

Thanks Richard. Crop failed!