For the dverse prompt. I wrote a first poem, and it was too long so I wrote another. The first poem below is the quadrille, the second is same theme but just a poem.
I dip a bucket fill it full
Of dancing, silver mirror water,
Ask the silent fairy’s daughter
For a seeing, bright or dull.
In the mirror-silver deep,
I see my love upon the field,
Lying on his broken shield,
Willow, clouds and blackbirds weep.
I dip a bucket in the well
And fill it full of silver water.
On my tongue are rowan berries,
Sailing clouds a story tell
Of wishes granted, curse stones cast,
Of mad hares leaping in the meadow.
Yet are these clouds of future dreaming,
Or are they clouds of dreaming past?