Salutations, my fellow word-slayers! De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, and it’s time again for my favorite of all prompts, the Quadrille. This perky, pithy little poem is an invention of our own design: precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including one word we provide. Today, I want you to ponder poems that wear the word crown.
It can mean the royal headpiece placed on the head, or part of the head itself. Remember poor Jack?
Crown. Crowned. Crowning. Crownless. Uncrowned.
You can use it as a noun or a verb, “un,” “less” or “ing” it, or fling a crown upon something that isn’t human. Royal hyphens are also welcome. Rhyme, or don’t (most of us won’t, which makes it fun when one does). The Quadrille can be wordplay at its finest, so have some fun with it.
New to the Royal Q? Here’s what to do:
Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and literally including some form of the word crown. Post your piece on your own blog, and link here using the Mr. Linky icon below. Then ‘head’ out into the bloggy world and catch the sparkle and shine of some of the finest poets around. The Quadrille is open all week, so don’t forget to come back later to read and write some more!
You Should See Me in a Crown, Billie Eilish
Happy poeming! Now go ahead and…
Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak.