Glosa toying - everyone's welcome

[wildsweetone]

at Boo's request this is an open challenge to make a Glosa poem. after much deliberation, i've chosen this stanza from Thomas Hardy's, A Woman Driving.


Glosa

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.


everyone's welcome to join, take the stanza wherever you like, and for this challenge i've decided you don't need to keep in sinc with the original poem.

form: any. if you wish to rhyme, then do so. it's okay if you don't.

time limit: from now until the thread disappears off the first page, so don't muck about.

only rule: HAVE FUN!

 

[BooMerengue]

Why is it always at my suggestion??? Ack!


You're on, kid. The last one took me 6 months...

 

[wildsweetone]

Glosa

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

Mote

I watched her walk the path to
follow the cliff edge each day.
To others she appeared anew
not to me, I knew her way.

It seemed she would take flight
as she strolled close to the edge
at times of dusky light
her toes protruded across the ledge.

She'd raise arms high and true
as if to fly away
but always, so they told, withdrew
to return another day.

Her cloak of red hid her plight
and none would see her face
from close and curious sight
she shied from pride of place.


off the cuff and needs a mass amount of work and ultimately, probably the rubbish bin. not sure about the last stanza. i'll play with another soon.

 

[champagne1982]

I'm far from happy with this, yet. Toy with me ... all ya want!

Glosa

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

Mote

I had never really appreciated
her nor understood that an inherent
shyness kept her fresh. So to others
she appeared anew while to me
she always stayed the same.

Her face would glow with inner beauty,
leaving envious acquaintances, green
but ever I was blind and not once
did I mention how her smile illuminates
this dark room at times of dusky light.

We'd stand together, her and I, to entertain
and please, our conversation glittering far
into the evening. I never noted when she left,
she wouldn't linger long, but always,
so they told, withdrew into another place.

When I'd sent them all away, I knew,
with certainty, born of familiarity
that I would find her, sleeping quiet,
her face lit by the moon, far
from close and curious sight.​

 

[wildsweetone]

now, that's toying. i may have to try it out.

 

[Angeline]

To others she appeared anew
each dawn along the widow's walk
above the sea to cast her shadow
on the jagged beach. She did not watch
for me among the ships that pass

far from the tides although at times
of dusky light when breaking day
triumphs the night she brushed my name
against the wind and blew it to the coast,

but always, so they told, withdrew
into the cupola. They say she is a ghost,
but so am I for there is nothing
save an empty house and gull cries
pierced with mottled morning light.

She is the breath of fog,
they whisper and they turn away
from close and curious sight.

 

[BooMerengue]

I'm out. Sorry, WSO. No can do. Not now.

 

[Angeline]

I'm out. Sorry, WSO. No can do. Not now.

You'll come back to it sis. Just give yourself a breather. That's what I do--especially with sestinas.

 

[BooMerengue]

You'll come back to it sis. Just give yourself a breather. That's what I do--especially with sestinas.

TY, Ange. I saw your post and I wrote this. I feel like I'm a witch and someone's pouring water on me...

WSO's Glosa

Pouring Water On The Witch

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

As the years wore on
and the sun dimmed
her body slowed but
to others she appeared anew
as if somehow her sleep
refreshed her, her smile deepened
her eyes twinkled, but look closer
at times of dusky light
you see the pain hidden in the laugh lines
hear the little sighs of ache
when she'd appear in a crowd of children
But always, so they told, withdrew
for no one ever gets too close
to share the truth of her;
she'll keep it hidden
From close and curious sight​

 

[Hyndeline]

TY, Ange. I saw your post and I wrote this. I feel like I'm a witch and someone's pouring water on me...

WSO's Glosa

Pouring Water On The Witch

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

As the years wore on
and the sun dimmed
her body slowed but
to others she appeared anew
as if somehow her sleep
refreshed her, her smile deepened
her eyes twinkled, but look closer
at times of dusky light
you see the pain hidden in the laugh lines
hear the little sighs of ache
when she'd appear in a crowd of children
But always, so they told, withdrew
for no one ever gets too close
to share the truth of her;
she'll keep it hidden
From close and curious sight​

It's excellent. See? You're as bad as me--you piss and moan and then you just write it.

Ange.
(eline)

 

[wildsweetone]

TY, Ange. I saw your post and I wrote this. I feel like I'm a witch and someone's pouring water on me...

WSO's Glosa

Pouring Water On The Witch

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

As the years wore on
and the sun dimmed
her body slowed but
to others she appeared anew
as if somehow her sleep
refreshed her, her smile deepened
her eyes twinkled, but look closer
at times of dusky light
you see the pain hidden in the laugh lines
hear the little sighs of ache
when she'd appear in a crowd of children
But always, so they told, withdrew
for no one ever gets too close
to share the truth of her;
she'll keep it hidden
From close and curious sight​

i swear i saw somewhere it said you weren't going to do this. wow

look what you did!

cool bananas!

 

[wildsweetone]

a draft, i think i'm slowly getting the hang of this...


Glosa

To others she appeared anew
At times of dusky light,
But always, so they told, withdrew
From close and curious sight.

Mote
To me she was a vision
of delight, a relevant relic
of years long gone
when women were gentle
and often possessed
a sense of place
to others she appeared anew
ill-fitting in a society
that sucked kindness
and ridiculed radicals
for at times of dusky light
she would leave the confines
of her home to wander
streets and minister
to the needs of poor.
she cared and clothed
ragged urchins of no abode
but always, so they told, withdrew
when questioned upon her kindnesses.
To save her from harm
I took her and hid her away
from close and curious sight.