Cold ice-silver night

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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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

42 thoughts on “Cold ice-silver night”

  1. 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’.

  2. 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”.

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