Rainforest Quadrille

Early one morning the rainforest stopped,

then echoed with grunted excitement

as the lion-tailed macaque cast his charm freely,

defying gravity as he clambered up branches,

baring each angle of his scarlet-bottomed pride,

shrieking about particle half-life and masses –

proof of his leaden infallibility.

A somewhat tangential interpretation of the Quadrille prompt over on dVerse Poets Pub: a quadrille is a poem with exactly 44 words, to include in this instance the concept or word ‘free’ or freedom.

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If I were there

timorous would encircle to describe me

with flutter-crawl of insect wings.

Milk-white skin best left to curdle

would be my hurdle in sweltering rays.

Foliage whisper would impinge

on my dreams with rumours wild.

Somersaults turned in haste to tinge my conscience.

 

I cannot understand

this rainforest calling in me:

relentless beat of fevered blood

faraway wonder

perfection untouched.

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