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Sleep! When you get enough of it, you take it for granted. When you don’t get enough – oh, how you miss it!
Well, tonight we’re quadrilling, and, yes – sleep is the word. You can use any variant you like – sleep, asleep, sleeping, sleepy… – just so long as your poem is 44 words long and contains that elusive sleep word.
When I was young, there were leaders like Maggie Thatcher, who claimed to only need four hours sleep a night. “Sleep is for wimps!” – there’s a dispute about whether she said that – it might have been Del Boy from Only Fools and Horses – but it seemed entirely believable. Thrusting, ambitious young people competed to get by with as little sleep as possible. And I was a junior doctor, doing a one in three on call, so I really did miss out on sleep.
Nowadays we’ve gone the other way. People stress about not getting enough sleep. People lie awake at night worrying about their insomnia. Sleep is the holy grail.
Here’s a poem by Wordsworth (who obviously understands the 4am horror of insomnia).
To Sleep
- A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky — I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds’ melodies
Must hear, first utter’d from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo’s melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away.
Without thee what is all the morning’s wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
And here’s Pablo Neruda:
Cat’s Dream
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings-
a series of burnt circles-
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail
So, give me your sleepy poems! Your poems of rest and relaxation, of drifting off into the golden haze of slumber! Your spiky poems of lying awake while your lover snores beside you! Your forty winks on a sunny afternoon!
You know the quadrille drill:
- Write a poem of 44 words including the magic quadrille word
- Link back to this post
- Link up with our old friend Mr Linky
- Take a little tour of some sleepy poetry
- Enjoy!
sarahsouthwest said:
Welcome, welcome, welcome! I have some tricks to keep you awake! Let’s start with some good hot coffee – or if you prefer to sleep, I have some lavender tea…
lillian said:
Sarah, your link on Mr. Linky goes to an OOPS page! 😦 Can you relink up your quadrille so we can see?
sarahsouthwest said:
I just tried it and it seems OK. could you try again? Pretty please?
sarahsouthwest said:
Aha! I’m so used to doing Tuesday Poetics, I scheduled it for tomorrow! It’s up now. So silly…
a.h. starlingsson said:
Just one more drink, then…one for the road, and bed…! (Is latest here I think actually…)
lillian said:
Thanks for hosting, Sarah! An excellent word for today’s quadrille. Although, I must say, it’s a bright an sunshiney day here in Provincetown…..so planning to sit out on the deck a while and come back later to read. Happy Monday, everyone!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Soon time for sleep… but I managed to get a poem done beforehand.
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msjadeli said:
Hello Sarah and All. I very much enjoyed writing to this one. Not my usual style, but that’s ok. Hope everyone is enjoying their Monday. If you’re pouring, I’ll take an Arnold Palmer in a tall glass on ice with a shot of Jim Beam honey bourbon on the side.
sarahsouthwest said:
I just had to look up Arnold Palmer, and I’m assuming you mean the drink, not the guy in the pastel sweater! Coming up. I’m glad you tried a different style – that’s one of the things I like about this place – you can have a play with something new and get a bit of feedback, and it’s all so supportive.
msjadeli said:
Sarah, the drink, please. For those who aren’t familiar with the drink, here’s a wiki link to see its history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_Palmer_(drink) Yes, dVerse is a welcoming place to share and receive.
Gillena Cox said:
Hi everyone. Wishing all a good week
much💛love
sarahsouthwest said:
right back to you, Gillena. Good to see you!
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paeansunplugged said:
Hi Sarah and all. Loved the poems you shared, Sarah. Enjoyed writing for the prompt. Will catch up with reading till sleep catches up with me.
merrildsmith said:
Hi Sarah and All–such a great word for a prompt. I could have gone in so many directions.
writingwhatnots said:
Hi Sarah, A glass of Primitivo for me please to remind me of warm south Italian evenings, and falling asleep to the sound of crickets.
sarahsouthwest said:
Oh, lovely! I might just join you!
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rogblog666 said:
hi Sarah
hi poets,
must leave a trigger warning here about my poem.
my quadrille mentions suicide.
take care all.
sleep time here
will come back for a read in the morning
rog
sarahsouthwest said:
sleep comes early for me these days! I’m off to bed, I’ll be reading more in the morning. Good night, all!
Rob Kistner said:
I had a bit of fun with this one. Thanks for hosting Sarah, and for the inspiring prompt. Make mine a Sabai Sabai tonight, and one for m’lady!
writingpresence said:
Off to bed now, perchance to dream, so lavender tea will suit me just fine. I really enjoyed this one Sarah, and loved your succinct instructions. This dVerse lark gets easier (or at least less difficult) each time, but is always equally compelling … and talking of larks, if I want to be up with the lark I’d better make tracks up the Road to Nod…
Christine Bolton, Poetry for Healing said:
I laughed out loud at the mention of Del Boy! I had forgotten all about that show. If was hilarious Sarah 🤣
Xan said:
Thanks for hosting Sarah! This prompted me to rework one I’ve been struggling with. Not quite there yet, I think, but better.
Henrietta Watson said:
Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
sarahsouthwest said:
Thank you!
Henrietta Watson said:
You are welcome
Stacy MS said:
hello everyone!
i am new here…but i am not new to poetry!
so happy to have found this wonderful space for sharing poems.
i hope to read poems and make friends, i added my contribution to the links.
sarahsouthwest said:
Lovely to meet you!
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kittysverses said:
Thank you Sarah, for hosting Quadrille Night! 🙂
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Smitha V said:
Thank you, Sarah, for the prompt and the two beautiful poems by Williams Wordsworth and Pablo Neruda. I enjoyed reading both. This is my first time participating here. I hope I got it right 🙂
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pvcann said:
Lovely prompt Sarah, one for so many possibilities, as sleepy times go, some sozzled insouciance is my leaning, double whiskey for me please.
hedgewitch said:
Loved the Neruda! Thanks for hosting, sarah. I will be around to read and comment later.
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De Jackson said:
Hi, Sarah and all! Drive-by poeming for now, back to read soon. Great word, Sarah! 🙂
sarahsouthwest said:
Thank you! It produced some wonderful poems.