A quadrille for dverse.
Cold ice-silver night
In the black-blind of midnight,
silent swoop of owl-flight,
night blinks with star-light.
Well-water still beneath ice-breath,
winter cold fingers of frost-death,
songbirds lament the sun’s half-death,
and I watch the dark river,
the moon a shade, pale sliver,
feel this icescape’s bones shiver.
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A quadrille to make my bones shiver, Jane, and Dylan Thomas-esque phrases in ‘the black-blind of midnight’ and ‘winter cold fingers of frost-death’.
Thanks Kim. When we’re word-counting, those hyphens are a godsend 🙂
I feel so cold just by reading your words… and Van Gogh goes so well with it…
Thank you. Yes, the Van Gogh could be either summer or winter, but there’s something in that rolling whiteness that suggests cold to me.
For me I always see starlight as cold nights. Our summer nights are too bright for having any starlight…
That’s true. Even here, the winter stars are sharper.
Aww, this is a gorgeous quadrille, condensed and language-rich. Hyphenated words worked well and the rhyme is divine. Especially love “black-blind of midnight”.
Thank you 🙂 Hyphenating certainly helps to add the words to keep the rhythm going.
So well done and rhymed Jane. It really made me feel cold too.
Thank you. It’s freezing here and I can’t think about anything else!
Oh yes, same here!
Flowing cold and nicely rhymed, Jane. I’m diggin it, & really appreciate the Vincent. Thanks.
Thanks Ron xxx
The icescapes bones shiver …. works very well!
Thanks Dwight xxx
I love the image of the landscape shivering under a sliver of moon. I can feel it. (K)
I can’t help feeling for everything and everyone who has to sleep out in it.
Fantastic poem that really compliments the painting.
Thank you! Van Gogh’s night paintings are full of life!
The rhymes and hyphenated-words are stunning…like Van Gogh’s art and also expresses the cold, dark side.
Thanks Lynn xxx I tend to hyphenate a lot for the quadrille to get lines that scan within the word limit 🙂
Clever tactics!
🙂
A poem with a chilling mood. It snowed all day here and now the temps have dropped and things are icing over.
We’ve had days of frozen gloom but the sun’s trying to come out between the fat snowy clouds.
Potent way to describe the moon.
Thank you!
You’re welcome, Jane.
Gorgeous rhyming, Jane. ❤
Thank you!
Jane, you have such a magical way with language – simply beautiful.
❤
David
Thanks David. I’m pleased you like this xxx
Shivery cold–but how could I not love it? Owl-flight and moon . . .beautiful.
(And the “other” Starry Night.) 🙂
Thank you 🙂 It’s funny that every night is clear and bright (and freezing) and every day is dingy grey (and freezing).
That is strange. 🙂
It’s done it again. Miserable all day and brilliant starry sky now.
More Van Gogh! 🙂
This imagery speaks to me: “…winter cold fingers of frost-death,
songbirds lament the sun’s half-death…” 💛
I’m glad you like it, Colleen xxx
Great poem loved the use of the hyphenated words 🙂
Thank you! You can double your words like that 🙂
Goo tip 🙂