Towards Solar Maximum

The clouds are done
ready to be flipped over
to their fluffy finale.

Bubbly batter pops blissfully
on a black galaxy griddle,
as the golden flapjack stirs
from its latest slumber
in heaven’s chambers.

At dawn,
the smell of
something familiar
wakes the world.

Written for d’Verse Poet’s Pub Quadrille #196 Let’s have a Slumber Party

Cover Art: “La Ruida Solar” Max Ernst

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37 responses to “Towards Solar Maximum”

dorahak

Wow! What a beautifully conceived, well-crafted extended metaphor that works on the macro and micro level. This is simply brilliant, K.F.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, Dora. I thought I had something with the clouds, but I like where it went even more.
  
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rothpoetry

A very clever take on the prompt. What a great metaphor.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you so much, Dwight. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. Appreciate you coming by.
  
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  1. rothpoetry
    
    You are welcome!
    
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johnlmalone

a wonderfully effective Extended Metaphor poem —

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. It honestly started a bit directionless, but I dug deep and found it.
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    you sure did, K; keep digging deep 🙂
    
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Experience Film

Good day, Sunshine🥞🌞

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Sun, sun, sun, pancake stack, here I come! 💜🥞
  
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abigfatcanofworms

I agree with John!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thanks, worms. I appreciate it.
  
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kim881

I haven’t had breakfast yet and your quadrille has whetted my appetite! I love the use of alliteration and onomatopoeia in ‘flipped over to their fluffy finale’ and ‘bubbly batter pops blissfully’.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Kim. Breakfast holds so much promise. I’m guessing I was dreaming up my next one in preparation.
  
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Jane Dougherty

I admire how you carried that metaphor along, and what a good one it is! Even though my sense of smell is the last to wake in the morning and the smell of cooking would probably make me feel ill 🙂

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Oh, how dreadful. If somone awakens me with pancake sizzle and smell. That’s love, right there. Thanks for connecting to my poem, Jane.
  
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

I love how you describe night with cooking metaphors… sounds like night gives you breakfast.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  I was hoping for an over easy morning metaphor, but slumbering before dinner is also a great choice, whenever I can get a little shut eye, I will take it.
  
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Dale

This is wonderfully delicious. Love the awakening skies as breakfast… which I am now hungry for!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Dale. The morning meal always makes me smile (when I take the time sit down for it).
  
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  1. Dale
    
    It’s always nice to be able to sit down and take the morning meal 🙂
    
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Mish

Deliciously done…..your word smithing as well as those clouds. Yum!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Mish. Bon appetite! 💜
  
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merrildsmith

Really love the sun and clouds cooking on the “black galaxy griddle.” So well-crafted, and I’m kind of craving pancakes now.

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1. Anonymous
  
  Indeed. Thank you. I think that was an Irish breakfast getting prepared in this poem.
  
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  1. merrildsmith
    
    😀
    
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Gillena Cox

Lovely quadrille.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.

Much♡love

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Gillena. A pleasure, as always.
  
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memadtwo

I like the way you’ve used Ernst as your jumping off point. His work is excellent for poetic inspiration. (K)

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Yes, I agree. Although in this instance it was an after craft find, I simply googled griddle in the sky and artwork. But, I will definitely return to his well of works.
  
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Carolyn Crossley VixenOfVerse

Great use of the extended metaphor, K.❤️❌🦊

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Carolyn. I hadn’t intended it to work that way, but I’m glad it did.
  
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ben Alexander

This is simply delightful. I love how you portray the anticipation of morning with whimsical imagery and playful language!

~David

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Jim

“golden flapjack” cooking scent might be good to
wake one up, at my house it is the coffee brewing.
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Nicole Horlings

What a clever metaphor! I love how whimsical this poem is 🙂

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Grace

Beautifully done. Love the galaxy griddle to waking up at dawn. Creative extended use of metaphors.

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Melissa Lemay

I want some galaxy pancakes.🥞

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