| || deity, slant, canary, quiver, "sea" tranquility.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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"Meditative View on Divine Love"
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"A Tranquil Slant"
Eros, the impish deity of love and lust,
is said to carry a quiver of darts.
Whosoever he penetrates simply must
surrender their reason along with their hearts.
To point up the absurdity of the whole affair,
a canary yellow speedo is all the brat wears.
~ OMK
"Love is not easy"
Amore is a lover's deity,
at its best filled with spontaneity.
The lovers may rant,
then pant and chant,
and yet still have things go aslant.
She may sing to him like a canary,
they take lovely rides on a ferry,
and yet still end up feeling chary.
They often stroll by the river,
where they laugh, and joke, and yet shiver
when things change and they start to quiver.
They work hard to maintain civility
which helps them to find stability
and finally gives them tranquility.
Their romance has been slow and wary,
and has caused them to take time and tarry,
But they are finally ready to marry.
Great verse Misty, one of your best. When it comes to love and marriage you're tops.
I asked Phil for help with riddle-solution. I said "Look it up and give me a clue'. He said "First word is SEE, No Dad, SEA." And I had it instantly.
I looked at my jottings and there it was staring me in the face. OMK, you had a great poem yesterday.
WC
Ps, Beaumanoir is anything but tranquil. Rebecca is but won't be for long
Yes, Misty, your poem follows through with the couple, through thick & thin, from a ranting scene (presumably, or hopefully, in their greener phase) to the serenity of a tranquility base. The arc is steady and true.
Thank you for your "Woohoo" reaction late yesterday. But I'm afraid I wrote the second part of the Hastings-Vaughn affair in order to discourage your interest in the duel.
I only jotted the first part in order to decode the clue words, not to set up any expectation that I would follow through with the duel.
I really have no intention of writing an ongoing "saga."
But I did appreciate your interest in the fictive violence. --and that's why I offered up the lawyers at the end of the 2nd part. You may use your imagination to decide whether or not those "slow-moving" gentlemen escaped the mob's noose.
And Wilbur, I thank you too for your compliment re. my effort of yesterday. Such kind words mean a lot.
As for today's ditty, let me offer a slight rewrite of the final line, in order to remove the discrepancy in the final rhyme and to reinforce my penchant for contrasting formal and informal lingo.
Here goes:
"...a canary yellow speedo is all the brat doth wear."
~ OMK
Ok it's late enough. Here's two days worth. Spoiler alert: Saturday is included with Friday J's.
Rebecca presented a mien of tranquility as she entered the Hall
A flush crowded her beautiful face not from any shame or fall
From grace but rather the stigma of being uncovered in public.
And mingling with a foreign authority whatever the rubric
Of ecclesiastic perogative. Though slanted against the accursed race
And, notwithstanding the worship of the same diety, the serene face
Of the so-called sorceress was unlike the quivering of a caged canary.
Still the assembled knights and invited peasants were wary
For pity of the helpless Rebecca in the moment of her travails
Must be arrested. For the maniacal Master was tough as nails.
WC
Looks like the "Master" has a tough road ahead, Wilbur.
That facial flush must win some degree of sympathy, no matter how determined he may be, to have the audience view her as the "other." A beautiful face always draws the sympathy of onlookers, "whatever" [ahem[ "the rubric of ecclesiastical preogrative."
In other words, the narrator's pity is showing. We're already on Rebecca's side--a good thing, I gather. Is she completely innocent? I wonder if there is enough tension left in the poem for us to worry about the eventual outcome. I hope there is.
~ OMK
Suspenseful, Wilbur. You know how to leave a reader hanging!!
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