The
Canvas
Is pristine
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The
Canvas
Is intrigued
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The
Canvas
Is moaning
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The
Canvas
Is complete
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
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dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #30 – Drizzle
Mish wants us to drizzle out s Quadrille -a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title- using the word drizzle.
Today’s other form: the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow blogger, GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Because today is Quadrille Monday, I took creative license of her form by adding a fourth stanza to meet the 44 word requirement for a Quadrille.
Raivenne-lations 
Beautifully said!
Thanks Sreeja.
Those brushes were on fire!
Ha! Literally, thanks Jane.
I liked the description of the canvas as “moaning” which it well might if it were a human’s body.
Interesting poetic form. Thanks for sharing.
the canvas was almost like a muse – loved the progression from start to end