by brenda warren
The Old Miner
The crossed old grumpy miner
Sailed the wide ocean blue,
To keep his lady-love happy,
For she had a heart of gold …
She’d looked at him with an expression,
That would give you or I a chill,
One could see she’d give him hell,
Rather than live in the desert still …
Mind you now, she was quite docile ..
As far as gentle hell-cats go.
But she wanted to see merry England
And so a sailing they did go.
The crossed old grumpy miner
Sailed the wide ocean blue.
*this is a very loose kyrielle sonnet written for Sunday Whirl! 😉
Curiously miners often traveled the world to dig in new settlements. Gold often was the lure but many countries found them settling far far from their homes digging other metals.
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True sense of adventure I’d say … thanks for dropping by!
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“gentle as hell-cats go”?!?!?!
haahaahaahaa – love this!!!
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😀 glad I made you laugh!
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A gentle hell-cat? Oh dear! But you do these wordles so well — and a kyrielle sonnet no less! Brava! 🙂
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This isn’t a “proper” kyrielle .. I love them but this one is a little uncouth .. but I was having fun. Glad you liked it! 🙂
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Uncouth is good! 🙂
Kyrielle is a fun form — it’s been *ages* since I did one of them. One of those forms that feels *good* upon completion.
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Too right … a nice clean form … even when uncouth 😉 and it always gives me a feeling of contentment.
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And that’s what’s important 🙂
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I love the melody – like rowing a boat across an ocean..and the metaphors….I think mining to show someone you love them is a good thing…despite the grumpy response!
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Thanks … I had fun with these words … I like creating odd characters and this was a great opportunity.
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