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Sunday, November 25, 2018

Nov. 25, 2018 Sunday

 || empty, steed, sturdy, gratis, dis-tressed. ||
should, mostly, genius, nobody, invite, sculpt, counted his blessings.

The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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7 comments:

OwenKL said...

A studly hero on his sturdy steed,
Is come to help in a time of need!
A damsel in distress is tied to the tracks!
Will he be in time? Let's look at the facts!

She's on a trestle bridge, it's a hundred feet down,
The train is coming full speed from town.
He can run on the bridge, untie her with a sweep,
But no time to get back, so they'll have to leap!

The cord is very long, and they got it gratis,
So they each take an end thru the bridge's lattice.
Bungee jumping needs a stretchy rope,
But it slows them enough that they just get soaked!

You'd expect him to emerge with the girl in his arms,
But his arms are empty! Yet no cause for alarm.
When rescuing is done, swimming lessons are in store --
In her arms he's the one that is carried to shore!

OwenKL said...

The limestone quarries of Cyprus show an enchanting rock,
When first cut out, it is so white it hurts to see a block.
As it ages in the weather, should it be no longer fresh,
It develops a beige patina, as if to change itself to flesh.

It is yearning for Pygmalion's touch, to sculpt it to perfection.
The master sculpture of Galatea, and genius of her conception,
Who carved a statue as nobody else ever had or ever would,
So lifelike she appeared, Pygmalion loved her where she stood.

He kept her in his garden, for himself alone to gaze upon.
No invite did he issue, not to noble, friend, nor wealthy patron.
Pygmalion counted it a blessing, that a goddess she resembled.
Her ivory turned towards sepia, in autumn's chill she trembled.
On midnight of the New Year's eve, he kissed her limestone lips --
But instead of cold hard stone, there was warmth and tenderness!

Wilbur Charles said...

I was wondering how you'd use SUEING in a poem about a sculpture? Pure inspiration .

I had the other five and the riddle and tried a little Wilbur-el. I used to be able to do that. Maybe the Coleridge solution. Nah .

WC

Sandyanon said...

Whew! The j4 wasn't tough; just took a little thought for the solution and it popped. The j6 was another story, because I misread the fifth clue and didn't have all the right letters for the solution. Had to read and reread but finally saw the problem. Liked the solution once I got to it.

Very cute j4 poem, and I love the twist at the end.

The j6 poem, though, is almost my favorite ever. Lovely story, great meter, great rhymes, "sculpted" to perfection.

Owen, did you read my response last night? I would like to help, but at this stage feel "helpless" without your guidance. It's up to you.

Wilbur Charles said...

I just had to look up this story . Ovid but I used Dryden's version

Wc

OwenKL said...

Possibly because it was pure GENIUS, not SUEING?

OwenKL said...

Interesting! I knew the outline of the myth, of course, but the version I read (Wikipedia) didn't mention any kiss, so I thought that was my own twist. Must have been dredged up from a subconscious memory!

BTW, the first version of the closing had a Count responsible for waking her, so Pyg could give blessings to his Count! Sooo glad I nixed that!