We skipped the light.
Fandango turned cartwheels. Meanwhile,
we skipped the light
and turned a paler shade of white.
The ceiling blew away a mile.
We hummed, and with a drunken smile,
we skipped the light.
a rondelet imagined and rearranged from the lyrics to "A Whiter Shade of Pale" (which have always fascinated me), and placed in the imaginary garden with real toads
This is great. I admit, even though it was my challenge, I'm having trouble coming up with anything I've liked as much as this one!
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking up my gauntlet over at Real Toads!
Wow! Where did that come from?? Such a turn around in the meaning of your refrain. Masterfully done. You used the form to make a strong statement.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. It is a real poem ... yes, I realize that this is a stupid remark. But with this exercise i played so hard with words that I don't feel that I produced a poem.
ReplyDeleteyes! love it. (skips merrily along)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this rondelet. I must say though it made me think of my younger days when I drank till the sun was about to rise, went to sleep and awoke at dusk. A bar hopping vampire..we skipped the light.
ReplyDeleteWell Done, love the lyrical tone and the view~
ReplyDeleteLong time since I turned cartwheels...
ReplyDeleteGood one. I love the cartwheels!
ReplyDeleteSkipped the light? I don't think so. This is light and fun, the first rondelet I've seen with humor. Delightful.
ReplyDeleteLike the idea of skipping a fandango...:)
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