Saddle-Up Saloon Double Ennead Challenge No. 8, Recap

I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com: double ennead challenges where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge HERE

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked everyone to think about how Autumn interacts with our six senses (taste, touch, sight, smell, hearing, and intuition) as we composed our double ennead poems.

Our senses help us take in information from the world. Our senses are a powerful tool that helps us convey messages to our readers by providing a connection to the imagery inside their heads.

Here are the poems from the September 20, 2021 challenge on Carrot Ranch.com:

"September Time"

The Indian summer
swansong brings wasps out,
their buzzing, sharp, stripey warning. Time to hide!
Rain brings aural release.
Sweet, steaming cocoa.

Music no longer rings
through screens from Albert
Hall, for cakes and sequins mist up TV, now:
icy eyes stalk the tent,
before glitter-belles

and joyful Johannes
feast on fashion. Time
to flaunt my colours: deep green, bold burgundy,
and thick, rich-purple socks.
Time for Autumn's shine.

© E.A. Colquitt

Breathe in Autumn’s harvest.
nature’s smudging cleanse!
Every step a cidery press of scents
green melting in fall fire
summer ferns kneel brown.

See Autumn’s praise-songs.
Gatherings of voices!
Choired trees exalting in crackling colored tongues
tart air an apple bite
wing strokes flute bell skies.

Hear Autumn’s palette.
Offerings of colors!
Quicksilvered moonshadow songs of coyotes
red leaves’ raining patter
blue forgotten dreams.

D. Avery from Comments

"Golden Dame"

Elegant sylph up high
Grand receptacle;
Espouser of light, ardor, and purity 
Salacious savvy star
Golden deity  

Source of serene delight
Gracing earth tonight
With your internal glow you complement us
Sweet direct convergence 
September full moon 

Clouds that hide you from me
Find me lusterless 
Yet O-gape I be, your face I know by heart 
And so I float to you 
Raze the clouds away 

© selmamartin.com

"The Shape of the Season-A Taste of a Canadian Fall Election"

A light sprinkling of rain,
a hum of voices,
a slow-moving line of Covid citizens,
a masked electorate
democracies feat.

The Gymnasium is cool,
fresh autumn air flows,
a penetrating sound shakes the old hall.
Rusty bolts on the move
as hammers pound in.

From eleven to one
scrutineering fun,
carrot, banana, orange, nary a gun
under grey cloudy skies
we shall overcome.

© Bill Engleson in Comments

"Esprit Egression (*plus…)"

In the autumn of life
The inkwell was still
In use by the paper thin skinned hand that now
Shook just a little more
While filling the page

Letters scritchity scratched
Black India Ink
Ran, danced, echoed memories real and
Imagined from the pen
Capturing moments

Until the cold winter
Arrived leaving just
The bare bones to drape on the author’s desk chair
Would fame come now that death
Had taken all else?

© JulesPaige

"In the Shadow of Pumpkin Lattes & Fall Sightseeing"

pumpkin spiced hot coffee
lures locals to drive
thru the steel girders of the Keweenaw lift bridge
defying construction
zones and stalled traffic

cars emit fuel fumes waiting
to hum across the
water that divides the peninsula
where colorful autumn leaves
beckon fall tourists

the taste of pumpkin spice
erases the thought
that it wasn’t worth the costs to cross the bridge
denial or excess
we thrill to burn gas

© Charli Mills in Comments

"The Turning"

let me know the turning
morning mists open
fire engine reds blow out in hot bursts - siren!
speak my name softly now
imprint on my skull

my eyes wide in pleasure
I dream of genies
undress my body, overlay our bones' breath
one button at a time
acorns plink, plonk, drop

bottled rain laps the lake
Autumn comes tonight
in the hunter's full moon we gather, howling
lay me down in her bed
I pray for solace

***

Scarlet in midnight's bliss
dances in silver,
as a cardinal calls in the willow bush,
her swirling skirts a flame,
a shell by dawn's light.

Her lips offer a kiss
as the moon quivers,
siren red bells jangle bruising Autumn's shush,
she, never to be tamed,
fanciful in flight.

She swims freely, a fish
tied by the moon's sash,
his song fires her heartbeat, quickens in ambush,
her lover awaits, game,
she is Autumn's lass.

***

The woodsman with his axe
regards the old tree,
blushing apples, once blossoms held in Spring's palm
adorn the branches flush,
its bark, waved ridges;

time, in its slow rush, grooves
the skin of her face,
maiden she was, carrying herself with grace,
a silver wedding band
gifted by the moon

binds each to the other
long offered in June;
wood smoke singes the air, she a flame's shadow,
lingers, stinging his eyes;
Autumn's apples sigh.

© Pocket Poems, et al.

"Winter Calls"

We flow into autumn
from summer’s embrace
when twilight hastens and the sun rides low
ripening abundance
a gilded farewell

Quilted paths of crimson
through colors we roam
mugs of cloved cider and a cinnamon moon
our pumpkin’s grin candled
memories loosen

When scents of woodsmoke curl
on crisp, crackling morns
will you weave me a shawl from skeins of soft wool
hold me warm by the fire
for my winter calls

© D. Wallace Peach

"Lamentations"

mother says, “let it be”
autumn is here now
yet, the grass and trees are still green and it’s warm
we love the cool breezes 
acorns on the ground

brown leaves are floating down
not yet in color 
north Texas is very different from NY city
where one sweater or two
were needed for warmth

no wood burning this year
drought is upon us
the earth is thirsty, pumpkin spice will not do
a freeze is not likely
Mother, color please

© Ruth Klein’s Scribbles

"Three Wishes"

If you had three wishes, 
How would you use them – 
Rewind that video, erase the harsh words? 
The screech of Raven birds, 
That echo; echo. 

Perhaps you’ll imagine,
Ingressing the dream – 
A luxurious penthouse in the city?
Clear vista so pretty,
No dust specks dancing.

Maybe you’ll ease world peace, 
Spritzing a great gift – 
On all those with power to use it for right?
Each wish; has destined might; 
Take care how you choose.

© Laura McHarrie

Many thanks to everyone who took part in this challenge, and to the Saloon at Carrot Ranch for the opportunity to spread our poetry writing wings. What a thrill to read all the incredible poetic descriptions of Autumn. The next time you feel stuck in a writer’s rut, try penning some descriptions of your favorite seasons. I predict you’ll be unstuck in no time.

Write Poetry

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, October 18th for another word filled double ennead challenge!

Saddle-Up Saloon Double Ennead Challenge No. 7, Recap

I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com: double ennead challenges where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge HERE

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked the poets to use the Poetry Oracle to compose a stanza of their double ennead poem. If they didn’t want to try the Poetry Oracle, I asked them to write a double ennead poem instead. The poetry Oracle is magnetic poetry found HERE

Here are the poems from the August 2021 challenge:

"The Doorway to Hope"

if I could mend my heart
the doorway to hope
I would scry on the wind and search for answers
falling through a funnel
I’ll still wait and hope

someday I will marry
everything makes sense
years of hurt and pain but then learn my lesson
decry the injustice
with right frame of mind

avenue to freedom
doesn’t hurt to try
if I find the right one and he finds me too
we’ll make the most of it
hope is always there

(c) ladyleemanila 2021
"Attractions…"

what simple words can script
ancient magic that
draws humans like moths to flames; retribution
of wrongs made into odes
for memories sake

different magnetism;
raining of fire
from the center of Perseus the hero
late summer or fall sky;
meteor shower

there without known sounds to
human ears, movement;
the blur of countless stars in the Milky Way
illuminating the
dreams of innocents

© JulesPaige
"The Double Ennead Blues"

I play the poet’s game,
test the Oracle,
a refrigerator stuffed with scrambled words,
crack open a few, make
a po-omelet.

I am a poor pigeon,
pecking at asphalt,
seeking creative crumbs, word seeds of order.
Alas, it will not gel;
Eggshells stripped my gears.

Oracle, I tried thee,
threw your word dice,
kept rolling snake eyes, blurry bloodshot poets’ eyes-
Double Ennead Blues,
will you cry for me?

© Bill Engleson
"Dark Angel"

smoky kisses linger
in a fool’s wild heart
prisoner of the dark angel’s velvet smile
devoured by haunted lips
her dance of desire

© D. Wallace Peach
"Life’s Desire"

fire dances devour
porcelain kisses
and fool iceman—she wants a life of rhythm,
dazzling angel embraces,
a warm universe

© Ruth Klein's Scribbles
"Being Together"

The quilt of earth shields an
unborn silver plant.
The soil rejoices as it imagines
unified leaves topped
with a purple crown.

© Call2Read

Many thanks to everyone who participated in this challenge. Bravo for your creativity! The Poetry Oracle is just another way to find creativity when you feel like you need a boost.

I’ll be back at the Saloon on Carrot Ranch.com, on Monday, September 20th! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!

Saddle Up Saloon Double Ennead Challenge No. 4, Recap

I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge…

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked the poets to work with a theme for their double ennead poem.

Here are the poems from the May 17th challenge:

‘TRANCE’figuration

Can one block out city
Constant life noises
Does tranquility silent, like sleep exist
When consistent motors
Hum, buzz, and hammer?

Can one channel natures
Soothing waterfalls
Does tranquility silent, like sleep exist
In an environment
Constantly changing?

Hither we did flee to
Quaint suburbia
Does tranquility silent, like sleep exist
Where in the night, birds sing
Lullabies of peace?

© JulesPaige
"THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND IN THE MIDDLE EAST"

We cannot understand
why peace is so rare,
so elusive, so enigmatic, so spare,
so lost in the anger,
the soul’s wear and tear.

Within Gaza’s rubble,
the body count swells,
reciprocal death pummels the smoky air,
missiles have no conscience,
a design of war.

Here, we take to the streets,
do placard battle,
espouse our ire, our high-mindedness, our fire.
Next, we grieve endlessly,
then turn the channel.

© Bill Engelson
"Fates"

On life’s chequered board
the dice cast records,
To give what is preordained in game of life,
Fates let loose endless strife,
Turmoil overlords.

Not known what stars foretell
bid dreams a farewell,
You want to ride stormy, tempestuous tides,
Your efforts it derides—
striking a death knell.

Nonchalantly you ride
to drown in rough tide,
Defiant and buoyed, you roll with wild surf,
Light as you shed Life’s scurf,
Laughing as fates shied.

© The Indie She
"Fade to Black"

Enter the arena,
A roar shocks his nerves.
Scattered butterflies soar in formation,
Uniform and aligned,
Prepared for battle.

Cross the cage’s threshold,
The tunnel tightens
Eyes locked on the opponent across the cage;
His teeth clinch the mouth guard;
It won’t be long now.

Released at the bell’s sound,
Both charge the center.
Testing his iron jaw becomes the game plan;
The corner calls for change;
Lights fade into black.

© MMA Storytime
"Spirituality"

incense of lavender 
pleasing the senses 
assisting relaxation and reflection
guides helped in procuring 
tools of assistance

smoke ascends swirling up 
noisy thoughts are gone 
meditation status finally achieved 
brief calm is discovered 
worries disappear

spirit guides do exist 
to lead and protect 
guardian angels monitor challenges 
point the way to knowledge— 
commune with spirit

© Ruth Klein aka RuthScribbles 
Tall, towering palm tree
Rooted to the ground.
Fronds glistening under the sun soaked blue sky.
A quiet rustle soothes
As soft winds comfort.

Never still in response.
Never without hope.
A continuous melody of calm sway,
A dance with wind and air.
Never ending peace.

A storm brews as rain falls.
Winds blow swift and hard.
The palm is battered and bruised but not broken.
A symbol of courage.
A symbol of strength.

© Missy Lynn from messages

Many thanks to everyone who took part in this challenge. Exploring themes is a great way to craft meaningful messages in your poetry. Happy Saturday!

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on the third Monday of the month, June 21! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!

Saddle Up Saloon Double Ennead Challenge No. 3, Recap

I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked the poets to play with end rhyme schemes. If that was something they weren’t into, I asked them to share a magical experience with their double Ennead poem.

Here are the poems from the April 19th, 2021 challenge:

"Pieces" 
(English quintain rhyme scheme of ABABB)

Life may fall to pieces,
Scene when curtains fall,
Creased pages that chronicle your life’s thesis
Tell a tale of downfall,
And none to enthrall.

Life’s lesson in a guise,
Little joys unnamed,
Laugh at the darkness before the bright sunrise
Spreading a cheer untamed,
Firing dreams unchained.

Life lets salty tears dance,
Swirled in its whirlwind,
Mired with its dust, sadness leaves you in a trance
Hope surges you unpinned,
Life’s joys unchagrined.

©TheIndieShe
"Animal Magnetism?"

The neighbor’s dogs are not
The problem, though they
Pause, and bark; the boundary, they do not cross
The cat thinks he’s the boss
Of all that he sees

Twice the orange cat
Within the last two days,
Has left personal ‘presents’ of his presence
I return this ‘essence’
Of claim on my space

Once he offered a mouse;
A gift, not quite dead
Where did he find the little pure white creature?
Cat face, a smug feature,
Now he flees from me!

©Jules Pens Some Gems
"Comedy Poetry"

Comedy Poetry
may contain some pun
Like bears with computers .. hairy reasoners
These things can be fun
But beauty is lost

Beautiful poetry
Has great imagery
The sound of the creek to the rustle of leaves
I am loving the trees
Yawning through verses

Middle ground can be found
Great minds are employed
Laughter and solace filling stanza and verse
Are equally enjoyed
Till green monkeys sing

©Mr. Oh's Sideway View (left in comments)
"When the Night Disappears"

The songbird croons and hums
expressing an ache
for the waning night from the depth of her soul
as she glides to the hole
at the break of dawn.


The rose shrinks its petals
and clings close to leaves
holding on to the last traces of the night.
blushing at dawn’s bright light,
dew oozing to stem.


The boy pretends and squints,
hiding in his quilt,
eventually, he picks up his school bag
and adjusts his class tag,
walks the sunny path.

©Call2Read

"Meaning of Peace"

Tiptoeing ‘round the house
at its most quiet,
everyone asleep during those lonely hours,
should have been peaceful, yet
it stirred emptiness

I have gnawing fears too
like everyone else,
getting older, the future, to name a few,
cramped thoughts that could cripple
giving no freedom

What does peace mean to me
has transformed with age,
lately it has been accepting weaknesses,
one day make peace with them
no longer a foe

©Nature Whispering
"Guardian Angel"

on that cloudy morning
almost time for school
the weatherman said possible rain  wind and
the temp was very cool
please put on your coats

I opened the door and
there perched on the gate
the whitest bird, a dove, a sign of spirit
the dove sat still and calm
my son climbed the grate

I took a quick photo 
the dove never moved
the wonder stayed with me, is this the angel
who protects? I approve
guardian angel

©Ruth Scribbles
The soul of the Chess board,
The unwitting Pawns
Unique arrangement will prevail or call quits.
In this battle of wits;
Overlook them not.

Unpredictable are,
Both Bishops and Knights,
Whilst stoic, Castles merely hold defence lines.
But, King’s capture defines;
The end of the game.

The expendable Pawn,
Powerless alone
Can excel when working as a team, that’s keen.
One may well become Queen;
The most potent piece.

©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge
"Quirky Ideas"

Every once in a while,
Tis good to ad-lib,
To go with the flow, improvise, on the hoof.
With no burden of proof,
Ideas become.

Cast not at this first stage,
Doubt on the thinking,
As all proffers may have some validity.
Given lucidity,
Brilliance unveils.

When inspiration dries,
Feel free to critique,
Justify pros; credibility impeach.
Such is the life of each …
Quirky idea.

©Laura McHarrie - The Hidden Edge

Many thanks to everyone who participated in this challenge. Writing poetry makes us better writers!

for writing great poetry!

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, May 117th! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!

Saddle Up Saloon: Double Ennead Challenge No. 2, Recap

Hello everyone! I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to last month’s challenge.

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

This month, I asked the poets to use the theme of “spring” to compose their double ennead poem.

Here are the poems from the March 15th challenge:

"Spring Sprung"


Sol sat solo, silent,
in his melting cell,
hatching his plan to flee his hibernation,
bring Winter’s reign down and
turn freeze into free.

Summer would soon follow,
(he would scorch the earth)
but a more compelling task was now at hand,
bring life to seeming dead
seeds in fertile earth.

‘Arise the Thor of thaw.’
‘Freedom’ did he cry.
He rent the prison’s icy bars asunder,
re-leaved trees in green and
set the waters free.

Doug Jacquier
“SPRING”

Pristine snow spring melted,
Now a bubbly froth,
A Cerulean cascade down lush valleys,
Pebbled symphonic waltz,
A welcome deluge.

Arid lands guzzled dry,
Pure manna sullied,
And guillotined by man’s endless avarice,
A limping stagnant slush,
Meeting Mother Sea

Lost in wide blue chiasm,
Defiled drops looked up,
Warmed under the blue canopy of white clouds,
They Rose to be purged clean,
Elutriated.

The IndieShe
"Spring"

Turkeys scratch, hunger led
still sharp, winter’s edge,
where frost yet clings, in the face of coming spring
Sun days, trees pulse with sap
icy winds end that;

swirling squalls, freezing cold
reigning season, bold
winter rages defiant, violent bursts
Tireless sun adamant;
winter, worn, relents;

gritty wet, grainy snow
muddy patches show
at last warmth sustained; emerging shoots, ground gained
Turkeys scratch, hunger led
spring’s sprung; they’ll be fed

D. Avery
A Different Spring Cleaning?
(Airing Out the Attic)

Sprang quickly at the dawn
In winter’s last chill ~
They began stripping the old roofs’ shingles quick
Prepping for more repairs;
One; Fan removal

Two; some minor chimney
Pointing and three one
Replacement skylight; bangs and squeaks assault ears
I may sneak out to shop
For some quiet time

And while they’re up there
Hubby’s got a plan
To add insulation in the attic eaves
Where once heat was leaking ~
Happy when all’s done!

Jules
"SPRING 2021"

For one winter moment,
one brief twilight still,
the snowline draping the sills of the far peaks,
the chill, dark and troubling,
I worry for spring.

In the depth of its dark,
the veil of its night,
the slight season stirs, stretches the coming blush,
the grace of its entry,
a repose of rain.

Each season has its way,
Its own gift to give.
Spring proffers change, rebirth, earth sprouting anew,
a courtesan of hues,
a bountiful bliss.

Bill Engleson
"Laughter Can Move Mountains"

I put out the bird seed
But the Squirrels come
I am mad as I refill the feeder again
I see one lovely finch
It makes me happy

The squirrels soon comeback
Breaking the feeder
I must purchase a new squirrel proof feeder
I fill it with more seed
Darn tree rats eat it

My feeder stopped nothing
One bird have I seen
Returning to the store I buy something else
I sit with my new gun
And wait for squirrels

Mr. Oh's Sideways View (from comments)
"The Swamp" (Double Ennead for Donna)

Springtime is now in bloom.
Down in Jacksonville,
Buttonwood, black gum, cypress on full display,
with moss hanging, heirloom.
(Land of no good will.)

Sunlight settles, diffused.
Hear claws scrape on bark;
be they lizards on the prowl, or a swamp owl,
no missed step is excused.
(Don’t be caught past dark.)

This ain’t no tourist trap;
best be passing through.
Gator rules roost, prehistoric land seduced.
Is this place on a map?
(Being bait just won’t do.)

Michael Todd (2021) from comments
"Spring Forward"

honeybees busily
mingle with flowers
a menagerie of pink, white and blue blooms
reminders of springtime

and warm sunny days
the wintry days of life
a mindset chiller
yet seeing those first flowers raise our spirits
as we seek renewal
our thoughts flow humbly

golden nectar sweetened
by nature herself
as spring flowers pop out of their winter homes
their joy reaches our soul
sunshine fills our hearts

Eugis Milieu
"A Seasoned Fighter"

The leaves changing colors;
An incoming chill.
Nothing cold as the ice flowing through his veins.
Opening days of camp,
Peak at the right time.

While snow falls to the ground,
The gym’s windows steam.
The heavy bag’s softened with strikes like pistons.
He could do this all day,
Strength in stamina.

The freeze begins to thaw;
Springtime brings showtime.
Prizefighter pollinate the cage with violence.
His cardio proved king;
Off for summer fun!

MMA Storytime
"The Spring Music"

The earth gently opens
to show frail patterns
of leaves, green and purple, basking in their poise
before pulling back to
guard their sibling blooms.

Quails chatter in a calm
extinct birds’ language,
showing off their tanned wings to partners, hushing
at the delicious spray
of dew on their beaks.

Huge mountains and plains still
while oceans whisper,
as skies pour down, drenching tiny and huge lives
soaking the brownish sand
in colors of joy

Call2Read
"The Stirring"

It’s hard to be patient
While looking for growth,
After the dark, dismal, bareness in Winter,
When nothing germinates
And all seems shutdown.

As the sky lightens up
The warmth of the sun,
Encourages the very, first buds of Spring,
Green shoots stretch and poke through
And all seems hopeful.

Buds bloom into flowers
With tender respect,
Producing plentiful fruits throughout Summer,
Then, crops for the harvest
And … all seems at rest.

Laura McHarrie
"Spring On the Farm"

Notice the outside temp
Turn off the furnace
Lift up the windows, let the fresh air blow through
Hear the geese honking by
Snowbanks are all but gone

The fat sheep are lambing
Kid goats bound about
Spindly leg foals stick close to their mama’s side
Pollywogs will soon be
Swimming in the pond

The robins have returned
Goldfinches yellow
The rooster struts around his harem of hens
The calves bleat loneliness
Tis spring on the farm

Sue Spitulnik from comments
"Spring has Sprung"

looking out the window
I gazed in wonder
a carpet of blue stretching out beyond view
a blanket under trees
unfathomable

it took my breath away
this blue tapestry
trees standing tall, arms outstretched giving them shade
a fantasy playground 
on the other side

I could feel the magic
beauty, spellbinding
down on their level, were they hiding in there?
the fairies must be there
just not visible

Ruth Scribbles

Many thanks to everyone who took part in this challenge. Your creativity is inspiring! Writing poetry makes us better writers! As Rebecca Hussey says in the BookRiot article entitled, An English Professor’s Perspective on Hating Poetry:

“…Poetry is about experiencing language more than understanding it, it’s about playing with language rather than mastering it, it’s about creativity and expression rather than knowledge…”

Bookriot.com: Hating Poetry

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, April 19th! Join in and get your syllabic poetry on!

Saddle Up Saloon; Colleen’s Double Ennead Challenge No. 2

Here’s the double ennead challenge now up at the Saloon on Carrot Ranch.com. Please link your poetry to the challenge post. Have fun and write about spring!

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

Happy March! Welcome to the Carrot Ranch Double Ennead Monthly Poetry Challenge. Every third Monday of the month, I’ll be here at Carrot Ranch with another challenge to help get your poetic juices flowing. Each month, we will explore a different theme or image to inspire our poetry. Take your time, there’s no hurry! You have a month to write your poem.

Check out the poems from last month HERE.

The wordEnneadmeans nine, and a double nine is ninety-nine! Carrot Ranch is famous for 99-word flash fiction. Now, the ranch has its own syllabic poetry form written in 99 syllables!

The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet. Don’t be afraid to experiment.

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Saddle Up Saloon Double Ennead Challenge No. 1, Recap

I’ve found an amazing group of poets at Carrot Ranch.com where every third Monday of the month, I host the Double Ennead Challenge as a guest at the Saddle Up Saloon.

Follow the link to the challenge.

What’s a double ennead? The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

Credit: https://pixabay.com/users/dreamyart

I asked the poets to use the image above to compose their double ennead poem.

Here are the poems from the 2/15/2021 challenge:

Changing Fate’s Strings
(Of Things That Burrow) / Double Ennead


Sacred sleep is disturbed
In hare burrows, too
A Princess wakes from images of spring Paris…
By little fragments of
Broken mage mirrors


Thorns of roses cut deep
Then accumulate
In torrents of raven shadow, embody
The treacle of princes
Unwilling to budge


Their harsh oeillade visions;
Whatsoever they
Find they think they can rightfully claim as theirs –
Be strong, fool winters’ hounds!
Change the story’s end!

Jules
RISE, SPRING SUN


Winter slinks into view,
a wily stranger
from the unforgiving east, a weather feast
alighting on the land,
suffering shadows.


Here I ignite my stove,
cedar and fir burn,
as I peer into the night, content to hide,
to shelter in the warmth,
the comfort of home.

On the coming morrow,
snow mantles the earth,
the Beaufort Hills glisten with streaks of brilliance,
the softening of time,
the rising spring sun.


Bill Engleson
Remembering Alone


I wake way too early
Age defies long sleeps
Morning light glows over the small frozen pond
Trees and weeds glistening
I see from my room


Memories of thick ice
I long for my youth
When healthy muscles gladly shoveled away
Creating smooth patches
Enticing skate blades


Swishing among others
Speed, spills and laughter
Hearing happy sounds that no longer exist
Alone to remember
Silent tears falling

Sue Spitulnik
The Uncommon Cold

The bleak uncommon cold
of northern winters
speaks not to warmer Southern Hemisphereans
(well, bar Antarctica
and kitsch Christmas cards).


If I was there today
I’d want to leave soon
and sit by a fire with a dead tree book
sipping a fine cab sav
and munching hot toast.


Philistine, you may say,
seek horizons new!
But when icy chill has froze my nose and toes,
my ticket cum bookmark
siren calls me home.


Doug Jacquier
Surrender of Winter


soft pastels mist the morn
skyward gaze aglow
rising sun takes a look-see through clouds above
tasks at hand reaching out
nature has purpose


daybreak yields its aura
adapting rhythm
the universe spreads heartbeats through icy fields
so gelid to the touch
emotions exposed


morning turns to morrow
gentle touch of warmth
quiets lack-luster alabaster landscapes
the days omens faded
bartering of spring


Eugis Milieu
Let's Paint a Picture


Dreamy pastels await
Color palette grab
Listen, hear now the soft pinks calling, melting
Away like sweet butter
Frosting on a cake!

Turning shades of blue to
Creamy violet
Eyes close tight —Imagine a vision, picture
A fantasy, magic
A painting finished!

Winter delight so warm
Whites seem to vanish
Seemingly Sinks into the deep freeze below
That image born within
Heaven far away!


Myrna Migala
Wonder Land


mystical fleecy white
powdery softness
blankets the landscape, clinging to the grasses
pink and purple hues
ethereal beauty


undisturbed and serene
misty wintry light
invisible life hides beneath the flora
fantastical angels
protection guardians


hurry, whisk me away
mysteriously, please
to encounter the beings living beneath
surrounded and cradled
protected always


~RuthScribbles

Many thanks to everyone who participated in this challenge. Writing poetry makes us better writers!

Read: How Studying Poetry Made Me a Better Writer

I’ll be back at the Saloon, on Monday, March 15th! What are you waiting for? Join in and get your poetry on!

“The River of Life,” #DoubleEnnead & #Flashfiction

This 99-word story prompt from Carrot Ranch will be posted and presented to Sue Vincent on February 17. If you want to be included in this special collection, respond through the form HERE.

The January 28, 2021, Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. Think about the possibilities of the prompt. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by February 11, 2021.

dawn reflections shimmer
a blood-red birthing
the new journey meanders in small ripples
searching for a known truth
testing the waters
a small stream traverses
the land, growth is key
consciousness actuates a forward passage
as water rushes fast,
over stones ahead
From the sun's dying light
the darkness succumbs
to the passage of time, the river still flows
in the celebration 
of a life well lived

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS!

The old gods had stood sentinel over the Grand River for as far back as I could remember. The water that cut through the forest of towering trees emptied into the icy depths of Lake Michigan downstream.

In winter, ice froze her glassy surface. In summer, the quiet drone of insects filled the air as they danced on her waves. Teeming with fish, the crystal waters surged with the pulse of life, never ending in an eternal circle of life and death.

For me, this ancient river had no beginning and no end, only the steadfast current of living.

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro