Cadralor No. 3 #poetry #dVerse


Moth on the windowpane
buzzing, busy wings
blindly fumbling 


Stars hang in constellation 
measuring the depths of
astronomical time


A home fire burns
in the warm hearth
down to ash


Sweets from a jar
prizes for the children
rainbow coloured


Sticky-handed, I
am a child again:
the universe, within

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Written for dVerse

Tonight, I’m hosting Poetics, where we will try our hand at writing poems using only concrete imagery. Join us at the bar from 3pm EDT to find out more!

This is my third attempt at a cadralor, a poetic form we have already examined at dVerse. I chose this form because it calls for ‘five short, unrelated, highly-visual stanzas.’

Also sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #91.

98 thoughts on “Cadralor No. 3 #poetry #dVerse

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  1. I like the sounds of the buzzing, busy wings of the opening line. You remind how lovely this form is, specially with the last stanza which summarizes the theme: The child in us, a universe within.

    Thanks for hosting!

  2. This is absolutely stellar writing, Ingrid 😀 I especially admire; “Stars hang in constellation measuring the depths of astronomical time.” Sigh 💝💝

    1. Yes, I think haiku are supposed to be concrete in subject, but of course modern haiku often don’t follow these rules! I would have been stuck without a form to use.

  3. Just gorgeously rich imagery, Ingrid. You show us how it’s done Wallace-Stevens-wise. And the hope and wonder evoked are resonant.

  4. The cadralor in the concrete was a touch a class – it looks so rigid (that’s supposed to be a compliment!) on the page, with the numbered stanzas. Work with your prompt perfectly. Masterly.

  5. I love the form you have used here, Ingrid, with all the solid imagery sitting together in parallel scenes, simply beautiful. The final one is my favourite. Great accompanying image too <3

      1. You are so welcomed and a big congratulations on being a finalist on the shortprose competition as well Ingrid. Have a blessed rest of your week. Hugs 🤗 Joni

      1. Yep … when I was in hospital (3 Months) from my stroke and other complications, I was locked up in a “isolation” room, and my space craft only had a piece of micro space to fly in …

      2. It was written by a man with ‘locked in syndrome’ following a stroke: he wrote the entire book by blinking…

  6. Like your first two, I enjoyed this cadralor. A cozy scene created in these five stanzas. Nice job including the universe, grand, and one held within.

  7. I read this caldralor like an itemization for wonder, unpacking one’s tools and setting them up just so to receive the music once again.

  8. This is such a versatile and powerful form, Ingrid, and I love how you have made it do the heavy lifting here of a poem that sails through time and space, from the hearth to the stars, each stanza a full cup, the entire bottle a heady drink that demands to be quaffed all at once. I won’t requote your own words to you, but I especially loved how you made the stars keep time, and the hearth glow even in its ashes. Thank you for the pleasure of reading this, and for hosting your excellent challenge.

    1. The syllables just came out that way, but the form doesn’t insist on it: you can have any number of lines per stanza, but each stanza should be the same length!

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