The dVerse Poets prompt was to write a poem inspired by one of these vegetable names. I’m going to try to use them all: Black Beauty, Trail of Tears, Lazy housewife, princess, purple queen, Jacob’s cattle, The Czar, Wizard, golden acre, dazzling blue, purple sword, Jack ice, Reine de Glaces, blue fire, aurora, tender and true.
Cold Jack Ice
As accomplished in his love-making as at a game of dice,
his name was John Dukakis, but they called him Cool Jack Ice
because his smile could warm or freeze, depending on the way
his luck played out or didn’t, as it changed from day to day.
When he purchased Jacob’s cattle and his Golden Acre Farm,
He thought that he would use them to impress the new school marm.
He’d be a wizard as a cowboy, a czar of cultivation.
He’d win her as his bride before the coming school vacation.
He’d heard she was an ice queen a real “Reine de Glacé.
And since he was the King of Ice, he knew the game to play.
He donned his purple sword and a coat of dazzling blue.
If he was to be her Lochinvar, he knew just what to do.
He swooped down on his Ellen at the school fete,
saved her from the stag line and took her on a date.
The aurora borealis shone down from far above
As, feigning true and tender, he declared undying love.
He called her his sweet princess for those months he sought to woo her.
It was only after they were wed that he began to rue her.
She was a lazy housewife, he said, and counted coup,
taunting her as his black beauty as he beat her black and blue.
She fled into the freezing cold, a trail of tears behind her,
taking refuge in a secret place where he would never find her.
And as her bruises turned her into a purple queen,
she plotted out her vengeance, silent and unseen.
They say it was blue fire that streaked across that night
that both Jack Frost and Black Jack Ice took their final bite.
What footsteps there were left were so filled up with snow
that not a single tracker could tell where they might go.
Severed from its body, Jack’s face had ceased to smile
as the one who wiped it off his face sped onward, mile by mile.
on Jack’s steed, and since that day, no one has defamed her,
for to put it bluntly, not one who knew him blamed her!
And, in case you didn’t read it before, here’s another poem I wrote about an heirloom tomato: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2020/02/12/aunt-lous-underground-railroad-tomato-for-black-history-month/
FordVerse Poets prompt.
Brilliant poem Judy.
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I can’t resist a challenge, Sadje!
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And you do them so well.
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Nice last line and this one:: “As, feigning true and tender, he declared undying love.”
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So clever. And a fun revenge poem! Revenge with vegetables and rhyme. Well done.
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Anything to avoid work!!! Are you doing the class with Leslie?
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Great👏
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;o)
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Hey,Please read my blog Silence Hides Violence..🙏 you may like it😊
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Shona, can you give a link? When I Google in, I get a UTube channel.
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Hey! You want which link? The link of my blog?
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https://shonasnotsosecretdiary.wordpress.com/2020/05/14/silence-hides-violence/
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Judy I didn’t get you for what link you are asking for.
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You told me to check out your blog but didn’t give a link and Google just takes me to a YouTube site with the same name as your blog.
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https://shonasnotsosecretdiary.wordpress.com/2020/05/14/silence-hides-violence
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That did not go where I expected it to go after reading the first two verses. Great poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Tracy. I never know where they are going, either…Although I knew there would be retribution in this one.
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Thank goodness.
She should never have trusted a guy with a purple sword. 😉
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Well, it came in handy in the end.
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🙂
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Oh, that’s brilliant – great use of rhythm and rhyme – ALL THE WORDS!!! – and a very satisfying conclusion, though I probably shouldnt’ say so…thanks for joining in, I loved this one.
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Thanks, Sarah. It was a good exercise of mind to get in all the prompts.
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Love this, Judy. Great rhyming in a wonderful tale. Glad she rose above it all.
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Ah.. purple pen, purple sword.
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