Today at D'verse Poetics we are dipping into a summer with Claudia:
"Fata morgana – chimera – mirage – summer heat illusions – you name it, a blend between reality and a short drift into that blurred space that dizzies our brain a bit on days when scorching heat hits heavy from a cloud-less sky–"
I only missed our return to Anglo-Saxon roots form with "Bang, bang, bang, crash" alliteration (more here). I tried to combine the two. I took at trip back to my summers growing up in northern British Columbia where we did a lot of Banging and Crashing!!
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Moonshine by moonlight well after midnight we howl
like madmen and make the ground shake.
Crashing our cars and careening off fenceposts
loosing our lunch for the love of the chase.
Wild whiskey weekends at remote country lakes
with stock cars and shotguns and sexy ex-girlfreinds.
We're kids from the country, we have cow-tipping fun.
Rednecks run rampant - we always say Ma'am.
Sunshine soaked summers with tears in our ears
and we Bang and we Bang and we Bang and we Crash!!!!!
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ha - oh the crash in the close... cool on combining the two prompts.. did i tell that i always tried to teach the cows how to talk when i was at my uncle's place for the holidays... i never managed though...smiles
ReplyDeleteOh what an awesome combo of the two prompts. Lot's of fun reading this.
ReplyDeleteoh man...moonshine will jack you up...i live in the moonshine captitol of the world you know...smiles...ha you could be my neighbor...been cow tipping a few times as well..def the crazy days of youth coming back in your words...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your reminiscences about your wild youthful summers! A fun read.
ReplyDeleteFantastic, Sam! So much energy and tactile memories. You don't have to be country to know this kind of summer. Thanks for a fine read.
ReplyDeleteGotta love those wild whiskey weekends!
ReplyDeleteThis is really well done!
ReplyDeleteI missed you, Sam. I should probably poke around your blog to see if something happened. I don't realize something/someone is gone until they are back. Did that make sense? I see you had fun careening in cars and cow tipping. I was the good little girl and cow tipping never interested me. Poor cows. Good for you for tackling that bang, bang, crash prompt!
ReplyDeleteOh, very well done. *Big grin.* I haven't tackled the Anglo-Saxon myself yet, but you reinforce the thought that I must have a go.
ReplyDeletePS I had to Google cow tipping. Wikipedia tells me it's an urban myth. You and Brian seem to contradict that!
DeleteThis was fun to read..you lived on the dangerous side taking summer for a lovely ride...
ReplyDeleteNice combo
ReplyDeleteAh...the good old days in the countryside and moonlight......I enjoyed this..will have to check out the other prompt sourse...
ReplyDeleteYou've caught the fun as well as the risks of summer.
ReplyDeleteI like the alliteration, reminds me of Old Norse poetry. Except for the cow tipping. How much do you tip a cow, anyway?
ReplyDeletelol you make up for the lack of wildness in my childhood :)
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, I had summers like that with my cousins, running wild in the countryside (although we were not driving yet). Lovely rhythm and alliteration, a real soundfest!
ReplyDeleteha, LOVE the combo! what a treat... "loosing our lunch for the love of the chase" this made me smirk, your poem has such a fun vibe to it... excellent use of the form as well... and that really IS a crash in the end. heh.
ReplyDelete~Miriam
Fun one.
ReplyDeleteHa, so YOU are the ones making long black tracks on the road! hee hee. Some of your cohorts live in my neighborhood, I think!
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