Diane Hine

Silver Star - 4,107 Points (25 July 1956)

Hippogriff House (A Rondeau) - Poem by Diane Hine

Who’d buy that house named ‘Moly Scale’
on Justice Point that’s up for sale?
I sailed around the Point by skiff;
the old house gripped the tilting cliff
alive behind a vapour veil.

I hid there in a winter gale
which played through tower, eaves and rail,
a contrapuntal eldritch riff.
Who’d buy that house?

Its iron feet impale stacked shale
with eagle claws and horseshoe nails.
Though shingled wings and joints are stiff,
should limestone fail, the Hippogriff
might fly to Shangrila or flail.
Who’d buy that house?


Comments about Hippogriff House (A Rondeau) by Diane Hine

  • Rookie ..... W@king Up..... (6/1/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    Brilliant poem :) . The rhyme is amazing :) (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 15,155 Points Lyn Paul (6/1/2013 12:04:00 PM)

    An interesting write, Dalkeith maybe, mmm! Or should i be looking in Brigadoon. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,458 Points Unwritten Soul (6/1/2013 6:22:00 AM)

    Oh i buy that house..sorry i didnt tell you, i buy for a friend here...well tomorrow there will be a big biggggggg box come in front of your door..dont be surprise! ! ! ...no not the house, just a note...just joking! and a pic of the house hahahaha: P _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 445 Points Danny Draper (6/1/2013 4:57:00 AM)

    So good to hear the word contrapuntal for that iI have no rebuttal. I hope the house is sold quite soon, or the hippogryiff will next be seen in Brigadoon. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 211 Points R.j. Wynn (5/31/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    I will think on it okay, but try to describe it differently. Just kidding. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,096 Points David Wood (5/30/2013 8:31:00 AM)

    Sounds a bit like my house! ! A lovely write Diane. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 415 Points Captain Cur (5/30/2013 6:38:00 AM)

    I’d buy that house called “Moly Scale”
    on “Justice Point” where seagulls wail
    it teeters tilting on a cliff
    so when I read I sit and slip
    off my varnished Captain’s chair.

    The flying dolphin’s dancing tail
    viewed from tower eave’s broken rail
    though I’d been contractually stiffed,
    I’d buy that house.

    It’s iron feet crumbles the shale
    with pigeon feet and rusty nails
    you better be there in your skiff
    should my house sail
    and off we’d go to Shangrila
    on the back of the Hippogriff.
    Maybe I shouldn’t buy that house.
    I hate flying! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,191 Points Valerie Dohren (5/30/2013 3:54:00 AM)

    Excellent writing Diane, does this house actually exist? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,890 Points Douglas Scotney (5/29/2013 9:12:00 PM)

    Amongst the considerate your case for the negative is overwhelming, Diane.
    What exactly is a rondeau in poetry? I like the form in music, esp. Mozart's. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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