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dVerse Quadrille #78

Cold Redux. Cold

and
her shadow
was a mimic,
watched her
with summer blue eyes,
like wind racing
through
paper flora
and fauna.

tonight.
tonight.
in this house, tonight.
she has
risen from
waxen white
into raw smallness.
hers was to live
in a hard
blue ice.

 

 
dVerse Quadrille #78 Rise

Misky

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14 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #78”

  1. D. Avery @shiftnshake avatar
    D. Avery @shiftnshake

    Whoa. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but the words are well strung. Example:
    risen from
    waxen white
    into raw smallness.

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  2. Grace avatar
    Grace

    I adore that summer blue eyes and specially admire this part:

    risen from
    waxen white
    into raw smallness.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks, Grace.

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  3. kim881 avatar
    kim881

    I love the atmosphere in this poem, Misky, starting with that cold, cold title. I also love the mimic shadow, the rustling sound of ‘paper flora / and fauna’ and, the lines:
    ‘risen from
    waxen white
    into raw smallness’.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Just reminding myself of January before I start complaining in June that I’m too hot 🥵

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      1. kim881 avatar
        kim881

        🙂 I listened to the weather forecast for the next week and I don’t think the sunshine’s going to last.

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  4. Frank Hubeny avatar
    Frank Hubeny

    I like the wind going through the flora and fauna.

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  5. merrildsmith avatar
    merrildsmith

    I’m not sure what this is about, but I love the sound of it. These lines stood out for me: “her shadow
    was a mimic,
    watched her
    with summer blue eyes”

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  6. Beverly Crawford avatar
    Beverly Crawford

    This started cold and ended in blue ice…a brrr of a poem!

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      ❄️ brrrrrr!

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    I feel that this is how it felt inside an asylum… the coldness of someone too lost to manage.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      And there’s the beauty of poetry. It can be meaningless to one person, confusing to another, and full of meaning for someone else. I wanted it to feel dark, and brittle, and icy. I think what you felt in it, is the direction I was heading. I’m pleased.

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  8. Mish avatar
    Mish

    I like the mystery of it and the darkness is palpable with your chilly phrases. I especially like….
    “she has
    risen from
    waxen white
    into raw smallness”

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks!

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