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Nine-Pins and Tipple

Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood.

They’d left long ago, twenty years today.
Here’d been a mountain, where now a farm stood.
They had left their tipple as each strike thundered
to lambaste lightning from stacked firewood.

On the rye field’s bare crest now shrouded in snow
beneath a Wedgwood sky, stood kegs of wood.
On the rye field’s bare crest each keg turned stone
marking the bones where rebels once stood.

Gone ‘till tonight, the gnomes and jack tars
until the moon’s magic topped the keg’s wood.
Gone till tonight were the hard balls and pegs
this night spirits would dance where we now stood.

Published 2017 by Illumen

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2018


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Date: 1/8/2023 2:24:00 PM

I just wanted to say hi Debbie. I read another one of your poems... but it is one I cannot seem to comment on. I know your writing probably took off in several directions and you are busy, but I do hope you have had some relaxation time as well. Take care Debbie ~Flo
Date: 5/27/2022 9:58:00 PM

Wow! Enjoyed this exquisitely penned rhyme immensely
Date: 5/19/2022 2:37:00 AM

Creative work you have penned. Sara
Date: 6/29/2021 7:27:00 PM

Lovly peace well penned love the rhyming pattern always david
Date: 6/28/2021 5:58:00 PM

I love this. Great
Date: 5/26/2021 4:48:00 PM

Iz it by chance or design dear poet; just this sun bursting day I read an article which the author indulged hiz readers with his witnessing the mountains'z remove for touristry. He thus commented of it about to happen in the Appalachians. I enjoyed the write this time around. ty Debbie(i'll never catch up to your poetic genus; yet i'll try)...much love, james
Date: 5/10/2021 4:22:00 PM

Linguistics dance in this scrumptious poem Deb! Love it!
Date: 1/16/2021 2:37:00 PM

Excellent verse. Great expression and super imagery. God Bless, JB
Date: 12/26/2020 2:36:00 AM

Thanks for this. Likewise, cheering you with blest Christmas spirit, while sharing "... the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord" (Romans 6:23 of the King James Bible). God bless you.
Date: 9/17/2020 4:53:00 PM

Great poetry!
Date: 9/2/2020 1:15:00 AM

You are a magnificent writer, dear Debbie. This is...a like so many of your poems...A MASTERPIECE. I think of you often and hope all is well with you. Sincerely, Elaine
Date: 4/20/2020 6:19:00 PM

....and this write, such bucolic along with the Lords happy above likewise that of the pneuma who gathered such abundant reap....thus the enhance of poetic challenge.....i'm dizzy with artistic melding...ty debbie !
Date: 4/20/2020 6:09:00 PM

yesss, i stop by when i need the scholarly of yourn pundit self mine astute literary genius. I'm so enmeshed with my personal life dear Debbie; look at her (rhetoricaly) she has no qualms inciting me, this happenz even during times of mandatory physical sustenance(food timez)..anywho, some time years back, you enjoyed a write of mine titled; "Sexy Taste". 8/15/2015.Merely you recognizing that i wrote excited my day...i recall. Anywho, i hope that you recall me. Mine recluse is as you see dear
Date: 3/2/2020 11:05:00 PM

Poetry a cut above, so glad to read a classic such as this, Debbie, i still read your poetry in "The Hurricane" so much to care about in there. Love the Wedgwood sky, makes me think of Mandy Tams, she was a painter there of pottery in the uk, unique she was being the only South Paw painter, and a hard time she had to persuade them, but she persisted, and they never looked back.
Date: 10/12/2019 6:02:00 PM

I get the music, but not quite, and the words, but not all. Here are mysteries I don't want revealed. There's an invitation to stake a claim. I'm in! I know just how to dance to this. What a treasure! Thanks.
Date: 3/14/2019 2:05:00 AM

Date: 3/4/2019 9:31:00 AM

Wow! A strong strong story with wonderful imagery. Definitely going into my Fav's. // Barry
Date: 3/3/2019 7:00:00 PM

This is gorgeous Debbie! It is going straight into my Faves. It reminds me of my Jayhawk family. Love, Connie : ) xxoo
Date: 2/9/2019 2:08:00 PM

I just had to "fave"; it's to good.
Date: 1/9/2019 4:12:00 AM

Tars to lubbers, salts to shore ... lovely and enigmatic weave, Debbie, I thoroughly enjoyed this gem of a tale. I envisioned a hob jigging in the moonlight. Blessings and Happy New Year to you and yours!
Date: 1/4/2019 3:13:00 PM

Hello Debbie, I like the tale you told in this poem. Well done. Have a nice day my friend.
Date: 1/1/2019 2:20:00 PM

- Debbie, I wish you and your family a blessed and lovely New Year :) - hugs from Norway :)
Date: 10/25/2018 12:41:00 PM

Love the eerie suspense, Deb! with Jack Tar Sailors roaming the land once ashore, the gnome spirits of nightfall and the sweet lyricism of your talent throughout!


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