Tag: quadrille
-
dVerse Double Quadrille #116
Impossibly Out of Reach One sunny Sunday, his grandad gave him50-pence for the church offering.He pocketed it.And that’s where it stayed.Until Friday.Which was laundry day.He took the coin from the pocketof his Sunday best trousers,and as he reached for his pink plastic piggy bank,the coin slipped from his fingersand fell between the floorboards.A flash of…
-
dVerse Quadrille #112
From Somewhere In My Childhood Winter airwaitsbehind the sun.It comesfrom somewherein my childhood.Hear leaves crumblebelow my step,September’s sharp tonguestings the air.Mulch and scruband skeletal limbs thatstab the sky.No direction.Without intention,approaching gloomsings to me. dVerse Quadrille #112 (44 words, excluding the title, including the word “sky”) © Misky 2020. Image from Flickr Commons Courtesy of…
-
dVerse Quadrille #110
Scrawling with Red Ink I’m writing with red ink.Shouldn’t do.It’s bad luck.Bloody ends badly. Look.Each letter slants right, like a drunk with spirits sloshingunder his skill. His keel’slisting. Speaksinsplinteredsyllables. Then falls on his bum ina scrawling scarlet haze. for dVerse Quadrille #110 “Bum” © Misky 2020 Featured image Banksy.
-
Quadrille #104
These Mad Mad Days The sun shifts over these mad mad daylight hours. Lovers never long for morning, the sun rising, thirsty as salt. Hot. No use asking why fire is hot. And I keep thinking, I’ll go fishing; that’ll fix all this. Life is an invisible scar. for dVerse Quadrille 104 “Fix”…
-
Quadrille #96
Fevered It’s a fevered dream, you stumble sidewise into a wild place, and you think, God, don’t let me die here, not now, not here, and you ignore that you’re feeling very small, and half ruined, and that’s when your fever breaks into rain. for dVerse Quadrille #96 “Wild” ©️ Misky 2019
-
Quadrille #89
The Sun Upon Us You rise in defiance of darkness, seize tight the sky. Draw oak’s twisted sinew limbs, and glitter clouds with dreams. Life labours below your gaze while casting constant flame. We blossom in your rise, and flee your thorny light — but marvel as you set. 4 dVerse Quadrille #89…
-
for dVerse Quadrille
Tasseomancy I. In a teacup where leaves twirl a dervish in golden fluid of circular skirts, rolling and roiling from a devotional pot of clay deeply red from where life began evergreen, and fortunes foretold from depths of bone china, tranquil tea. A gypsy’s fortune told. II. In a teacup where leaves twirl a dervish…
-
dVerse Quadrille #83
HERE COMES THE SUN All this white before my eyes, this clear clot above the sky. Heat rolls in, warms the cold bones of morning. It massages its salve in me, a weightless shadowed flicker. Morning believes in its own dreams, and it whispers… Here comes the sun. for dVerse Quadrille #83 “Sun”…
It's Still Life 