dVerse Poets Quadrille
A Blast of Cold
Along the beach
blows a cold wind,
quick as a ghost
it travels the Channel,
and prowls the coast.
And it snows.
It’s nothing, if not
hungry for white.
A crowning drape
that we know will go.
Our sentinel snowman
melting on the shore.
Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #141 “Crown”. 44 words sans title. Image is Brighton beach near the ruins of the West Pier. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter.
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11 responses to “dVerse Poets Quadrille #141”
Brrr…. Brilliant
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Lovely. He looks ‘armless!
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He’s also brainless, standing out there in the freezing cold without so much as a hat.
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😂 He must have some snowballs!
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😂😂
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Here in Missouri, I may miss the Northeast, but not its snow!
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OH! Snow as a “crowning drape” is just gorgeous!
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Thanks, De!
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I love the picture and wish we had just a bit of snow during our winters! I love your poem!
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Thank you!
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Love this! Expressed beautifully.
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