Kindling #poetry #dVerse Quadrille

The inglenook is found within
the interstices of many an English Inn
where many a weary traveller such as I
have been
grateful of the warm fireside where flames begin
to kindle the creative mind, in whispering:
‘Firebrand, with pen in hand…
begin again.’

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Linda is hosting dVerse Quadrille tonight, and she has challenged us to write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word ‘inglenook.’ I love traditional English coaching inns, and quite a few still survive in my native Cumbria, many of them containing inglenooks where you can get cosy by the fire and shelter from the cold after a day walking the fells. I can’t imagine anything more heartwarming, especially at this time of year!

I set myself an extra challenge here of playing with ‘in’ sounds whilst trying to avoid sounding monotonous. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if I succeeded!

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  1. I am a fan of traditional English coaching inns, Ingrid, complete with ghost stories around the inglenook, and a ghost if you’re lucky! I like the way you played with the ‘in’ sounds and the idea of the flames whispering to kindle the creative mind – great play on the word ‘kindle’, too.

      1. When Covid is thwarted and you can come home to visit, we should arrange a British poets get together in a haunted pub – York would be perfect!

  2. I absolutely love, love this! 💝 I have always admired stories revolving around fireplaces and inns 🙂 so your poem takes me there.

  3. Ooh, I love this and the rhyme scheme you’ve employed, Ingrid. It is genius! I love where your poem takes me as well, the inspiration that rises from the warmth during a cold winter! Love it. Beautifully penned. <3 <3 <3

  4. I constantly wish to write in the setting of a cosy inn and think of the steady people that have the pleasure of meeting travelers from far and wide. This piece instantly kindled that writing longing in me again, so to speak!

  5. The sound pattern holds this together beautifully. I especially like the rather cryptic ending. Hearths go with darkness, the only light you need, and you can’t see the muck the ash makes 🙂

  6. Chimney fires plagued us for a time, and sweeps charge like plumbers. There are several large Lodges around the NW that while staying there one enjoys a large roaring inglenook; smile.

  7. Flames in the inglenook tend to whisper and encourage a creative mind. Having that kind of night here, with a bit of snow predicted.

  8. Totally succeeded with the sounds!! I cherish memories of visiting England during one particularly cold Autumn, fires burning, curled up in cozy chairs, never wanting to leave.

  9. I imagine you reciting these forty-four lines, in the inglenook, with your pen in hand, just before you begin again. I can hear the fire crackling, bones thawing, and creativity stirring. 🔥

  10. It sounds like such a lovely place to “begin again.” The poem has a nice rhythm with the “in” sounds to get the inspiration flowing through the “pen in hand” as well! 🖋

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