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Hello poets and poetesses! Melissa here, from Mom With a Blog. I hope that your new year has started off with a bang! If it hasn’t, I hope this first Quadrille Monday of 2024 adds some excitement to your life.🙃
Quadrille, you ask? A dVersian creation, a quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, including one word given by your pubtender (me today).
Lacuna, lake and lagoon all come ultimately from lacus, the Latin word for “lake.” Latin speakers modified lacus into lacuna to form a word meaning “pit,” “gap,” or “pool.” The first known use of “lagoon” as meaning “shallow sound, channel, or pond” was recorded in 1673.(Source)
A lagoon is a shallow body of salt water connected to a larger body and separated by barrier islands, coral reefs, or sand bars. Lagoons are also called bays, estuaries, lakes, and sounds. Those sheltered by barrier islands or sandbars are known as coastal lagoons. At low tide, coastal lagoons are swampy wetlands.
The Outer Banks in North Carolina are barrier islands that create a series of lagoons known as sounds: Albemarle Sound, Currituck Sound, and Pamlico Sound.
Many lagoons are rich in biodiversity, and they are homes to everything from dolphins to jellyfish to leaches, mollusks, sea slugs, turtles…
There is the 1954 cult classic Creature from the Black Lagoon, about a group of scientists who try to capture a strange, prehistoric creature in the Amazonian jungle. There was the (now lost) British silent film adaptation, Blue Lagoon, based on the book of the same name by Henry De Vere Stacpoole. Another British adaptation followed in 1949, and an American version (that Roger Ebert called “the dumbest movie of the year”), starring Brooke Shields, in 1980.
A 1990s book series by Mike Thaler that began with The Teacher from the Black Lagoon also includes a principal, librarian, school nurse, cafeteria lady, etc.
Iceland’s famous Blue Lagoon is not a lagoon at all, but a manmade accident turned hot spring spa, full of sulfur and silica, which give it its blue tint. The combination of algae and minerals found in the water are known to have healing properties for skin conditions and others.
Here are a couple poems.
“The Lost Lagoon” by Emily Pauline Johnson
It is dusk on the Lost Lagoon,
And we two dreaming the dusk away,
Beneath the drift of a twilight grey—
Beneath the drowse of an ending day
And the curve of a golden moon.
It is dark on the Lost Lagoon,
And gone are the depths of haunting blue,
The grouping gulls, and the old canoe,
The singing firs, and the dusk and—you,
And gone is the golden moon.
O lure of the Lost Lagoon—
I dream to-night that my paddle blurs
The purple shade where the seaweed stirs—
I hear the call of the singing firs
In the hush of the golden moon.
“The Eels of the Lagoon” by William Logan
I am not sure, even now, what troubled me
about the eels. Fifty years ago, I was forced
to leave a whaling village whose saltbox houses
shored against the salt-hay fields
in bleached, frigid, miserable emptiness…
the wavering line of dunes, the swollen river, the blank ocean.
In the dim corridor of the shingled wharf,
the light caught, refracted by dusty panes,
watery troughs lifting the catch of thin-shelled steamers;
gladiatorial lobsters, their lumpish claws pinned
by wooden wedges; mussels the forbidden indigo
of twilight. From the sweatered neck of a clam
jetted forth a stinging, whispery stream
of salt water, baptising me in the eye.
I was still a stranger to Venice then.
The first time I viewed that floating world,
the Grand Canal was plumed in frozen mist,
a curtain of fog aslant the corrugated waters,
as if closing on an old, rarely applauded play.
Across from the flaking bandbox of Ca' d'Oro,
the fishmongers had just opened their stalls.
The market's columns, squatter than the common
Palladian orders, were carved no later
than my father's father's time. The past
makes its small homages, as it must,
even in such a capriccio of the Jazz Age,
the stone capitals elaborately chiseled
into the hulls of wherries, grimacing visages
of octopus and squid, agreeable monsters of the lagoon,
guardians to protect the salty turns of commerce.
I smelled then the old desire. The salty stink,
the nearness of the ocean's flesh, filled me
with an abiding — I am not ashamed to admit -
nostalgia for it, the unnamed and unreachable it,
the it of those early voiceless scenes. What ransoms
must they require, childhood and its losses?
Having sought them in the fish markets
of Istanbul and Paris, I waited for that slightly foul,
antiquated odor to return me again
to those seeping reliquaries, so that once more
I might enter Paradise.
That morning, all came to view:
the placid tuna hacked into agate slabs;
the warty, demonic bottom fish slumped in mortal piles,
an upended crab flailing a stiffened claw.
Off to one side, in a stainless steel tray, for sale
like the rest, like glistening bejeweled intestines,
lay man's first great tempter and antagonist,
the serpent. Of course these weren't serpents
lying dead before me, merely common eels,
mud-feeders, greasy, tough as rawhide,
a nature morte fetched by some jobbing
Sienese painter. Just beyond the tray
lay the glinting knife, the pile of skinned
and eviscerated carcasses, even the rough skins,
like Michelangelo's oily, sloughed-off rag
held up in the Sistine Chapel. Silence
rose from the blood-smeared block,
where all had grown still. Then one of the bodies
slid against its neighbor, and all gruesomely turned
together, like the terrible gears of a clock.
Recalling this now, I am not sure I have caught
their sad composure, their curious complaisance,
as if they had suffered all this before,
though even worse than the dying was the watching.
From Poetry Magazine, May 2007.
Are her eyes like lagoons? Is there a lagoon in your spaghetti? Does your heart harbor hidden lagoons? Lagoon-like, lagoonic, play around with words, make up your own words, just use some form of the word lagoon in your poem of exactly 44 words, no more, no less.
If you’re new, here is how to join us:
- Write a poem in response to the prompt.
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- Read other poets’ work as they enter their links into Mr. Linky. Check back as more will be added.
- Please link back to dVerse from your post.
- Have a wonderful time!🎉
Melissa Lemay said:
Hello all! Welcome to the bar for today’s lagoonicious quadrille prompt. Write to your heart’s content, in 44 words. I’ll be here, serving up drinks and snacks. Special tonight is a Blue Lagoon cocktail (vodka, blue curaçao, and lemonade). Hungry? Try some Icelandic Cocoa Soup; Almond Rolls; or Caramelized Potatoes. As always, I’ll get you whatever else you’d like. Can’t wait to see what you come up with in Quadrille-Land!
kim881 said:
Good evening Melissa and dVerse poets everywhere! Thank you for hosting with a lagoonicious quadrille prompt, Melissa, and I’d like a non-alcoholic Blue Lagoon Cocktail, please.
Melissa Lemay said:
Hello!👋🏻 One blue lagoon (minus the snakes and eels🙃) for you.🩵
dorahak said:
Hi Melissa, Great prompt, my friend! I’ll try the Blue Lagoon cocktail, sounds yum!
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Dora! I’m so glad you liked it. Your poem is great. One Blue Lagoon for you!🩵
Grace said:
Hi Melissa. Thanks for the prompt word, history and poems. The word reminded me of a sand bar experience I had before it turned into a high tide place. I would like to try that Blue Lagoon cocktail.
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Hi Grace! Heading over to read yours now. One Blue Lagoon for you.🩵
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I would like to have some moonshine and soda please… it fits with secrets among the snake infested lagoons.
Melissa Lemay said:
Moonshine and soda for you.🌕🥤 I’m staying away from the lagoon in your quadrille!😅
lillian said:
Thank you for hosting, Melissa. Have been to and in the Blue Lagoon – an amazing experience!
Would love an almond roll and perhaps some sparkling water, please. We are in our San Diego rental for the next 2 months. Got here just in time to miss the Boston area big snow! Enjoying temps in the 60s with lovely sunshine.
Melissa Lemay said:
That sounds lovely, Lillian. The weather isn’t too cold in PA, but I’d love to be in the warmth of the sun! I bet the Blue Lagoon was an amazing experience!😍 Here’s your almond roll and sparkling water. Enjoy!
azurea20 said:
Esa laguna que nos salva y que ya tenemos olvidada. Mírala, sólo mírala.
Melissa Lemay said:
La naturaleza es increíble.🩵🙏🏻
merrildsmith said:
Thank you for hosting, Melissa. The Blue Lagoon cocktail sounds interesting, but I’m chilly right now, so perhaps just a coffee and an almond roll (not sure what that is). 🙂
Melissa Lemay said:
You are so welcome! I think coffee will probably go good with an almond roll. I found them when researching for this prompt. They look delicious! (https://midwesternfarmgirl.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/icelandic-almond-rolls/)☕️
merrildsmith said:
Oh, like cinnamon rolls, except with an almond filling! They look great. Maybe I’ll try them sometime.
Melissa Lemay said:
Post them in your Monday Musings if you do!😋
merrildsmith said:
I will! 🙂
msjadeli said:
Hello Melissa and All. The word itself has its charm and writing to it makes it even better. Blue Lagoon drink sounds delicious. One please!
Melissa Lemay said:
Happy to serve! One Blue Lagoon for you. I’m glad you enjoyed writing to the prompt. Thank you, Lisa.🙏🏻🩵
msjadeli said:
Thank you, Melissa. Cheers!
rog said:
hi all
really enjoyed this prompt Melissa thank you.
heading for a warm bath nback shortly
rog
Melissa Lemay said:
Happy you enjoyed the prompt, Rog.🩵🌊
rothpoetry said:
Hi Melissa. Thank you for hosting today. This sounds like a challenging prompt. You give us a lot of lattitude, so I think I can come up with something. I will have hot chocolate and an apple fritter! :>)
Melissa Lemay said:
I think you’ll do fine.☺️ One hot chocolate and a warm apple fritter coming across the bar!☕️
rothpoetry said:
Yum! Thank you!!
Oloriel said:
Hello Melissa, and the bar! Thank you for hosting, was lovely to give this a go, during the first snow of 2024; I had a lovely tea.
Ali Grimshaw said:
Melissa,
Thanks for the fun prompt. I am heading out to my pilates class and will be back to read what others share.
Wishing you wellness.
Ali
Melissa Lemay said:
You are very welcome! Enjoy pilates, that sounds wonderful!🩵🙏🏻
D. Avery @shiftnshake said:
Well, I have 44 words. Thank you for hosting.
Melissa Lemay said:
You’re welcome.🙏🏻🩵
M Jay Dixit said:
Hi, Melissa, thanks for hosting and for providing us with a great prompt.
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Jay! You are super welcome!🤗
paeansunplugged said:
Thanks for hosting, Melissa. I hope I am not too late for the lagoonside party!
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Punam! Not at all. Welcome!🩵🌊
paeansunplugged said:
❤️
pvcann said:
Thank you Melissa, I love the word lagoon, and it is derived (among several derivations) from the Latin lacuna so I’ve put them both in.
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Paul! I am so happy to hear that. It is a fun word to say. Lagooon.😝
Xan said:
I never heard of the word “lacuna” and now I’ve encountered three times in a week.
Melissa Lemay said:
Very cool!
lesleyscoble said:
Good afternoon, Melissa! Thank you for this inspiring prompt 🙏💕
I posted it on Mr Linky. Please may I have a Swinging Sultan Cocktail? I’m in an exotic mood. 😊 Cheers!
Melissa Lemay said:
Happy to see you! Here’s another Swinging Sultan, just because.😉
lesleyscoble said:
Couldn’t possibly! But thanks, Melissa. The last one got me plastered. 🥴
zipferlake said:
Ah, this was a great prompt and inspired me to let out a bit of crazy.
Thanks, Melissa!
Melissa Lemay said:
So happy the prompt could do that. We all need to let a little crazy out from time to time!😆
Anita said:
Thank you so much for hosting. It’s great to join.
Wonderful prompt! I went on a trip to my favourite lagoon 🙂
Have a great 2024! Enjoy 🙂
Melissa Lemay said:
You are welcome! We are glad to have you! Happy new year!🎊
The Sicilian Storyteller said:
Greetings, all. I was so moved by Misky’s quadrille, I decided to try my hand at one. Melissa, your quadrille was so lovely. I’m sure I’ll be back again.
Melissa Lemay said:
👋🏻Nancy! Yes, do come back again. Thank you for joining us!❤️🙏🏻