Maggie May of Barcelona
Entranced I was by Maggie May
Educating me the Mediterranean way
How many before me I cannot say
Belonging to her this late September day
Her gracefulness beyond beguiling
Beneath Barcelona sun I’m smiling
Careening forward with water slicing
Billowing spinnaker provides the icing
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I asked the captain how the sailboat got the name Maggie May. He replied, “the song of course.”
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Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Closing in on the end of 2021 — Quadrille Night, where Lillian is hosting and asked us to pen a quadrille using the word careen.
Quadrille: A poetic form introduced at dVerse Poets Pub circa 2011. The rules for Quadrille: not including the title, a poem of exactly 44 words using the prompt word or its variant.
Ah I am right there with you….sailing beneath those bright blue skies! I feel the energy and the sailing spirit within your post!
It was indeed a beautiful day for sailing.
Sounds like a wonderful vacation, and of course I remember the song… and of course he sang sailing as well
how lovely for you guys <3
-David
I hoped Maggie was analogy not literal, but your poem was fun. I don’t remember that form. Very creative to squeeze the prompt into a form. By the way, I do enjoy your participation over at my photography FB site.
I was trying to make it sound like Maggie was a lover, but with a twist at the end, getting people to say “oh, he’s talking about a boat – not a woman” Not sure if I had enough runway in 44 words to accomplish that. And I enjoy your photog site.
It sounds like a delightful vacation!
It was, and it was just getting started.
Beautifully soulful and romantic.
Thanks Carol.
Wind in the hair! Just wonderful.
…and that is why there is not a picture of me. My “wind in the hair” photos leave a lot to be desired.
Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!
How wonderful!
Ah Barcelona. Ah Maggie May … love your sweet quadrille.
Glad you had fun. Luv that you chose to rhyme your poem.
Have a nice day
Much💛love
Rhyming is not a choice for me — it comes naturally. I have to work hard to create a non-rhyming free-verse poem, and even then, one or two will sneak in.
Oh, I LOVE this! I can feel the ocean’s spray!
Thanks De
Lovely!! 💝💝
Thanks Sanaa
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