For dverse a spirit quadrille.
in wisps of mist,
leaves driven by the rain,
wind among branches,
rustle of deer’s passing,
heat haze rising, drifting clouds,
breath of birds, of tiny shrews
shrieks in the night
smoke rising, logs sighing,
our whispered words before sleep.
A quadrille for dverse
Beneath the hedge
long ears turn
capturing vibrations in the air,
with the scent of dog stalking,
with pounding heart muscles
tensing with the vibrating, quivering
alert in every pulse of the blood
for the moment to leap.
The dverse quadrille this week has to include the word ‘set’. I have spent a goodly part of today wandering about in a badger’s set (virtually, for the purposes of a story) so I had to join in even if the poem isn’t about a badger’s home at all.
While it is wet
it will not set
but the clay
is dry as bone
I cannot dig
around the fig
to get it out.
No sprout will shoot
delve beneath this tree
if I can’t get it free.
The dverse quadrille theme word is extinction. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words.
She hurried her child through bone-dead streets
where shadows played giants on crumbling walls
to the chasm where millions wept and leapt
into the dark and the roar of flames.
The child peered down and troubled asked,
‘What place is this?’
‘Extinction,’ she said.
Where is the tranquillity
in a world rocked by missiles, mining, murder,
and multinational monsters with Hydra heads?
No water runs clear,
nowhere does not bear our mark
the dirty paw print of the half-thing
that slouches from one broken dream to the next.
A very grim quadrille for dverse this time. Life is like that, not all beer and skittles.
The land is silent,
sealed in concrete skin,
the orphans of elephants
murdered for their tusks,
the circus acts,
the dogs and calves in cages,
waiting for the knife,
the falling forest trees—
for those that cannot speak,
if you care,
be their voice.
A quadrille for the dverse prompt.
Dappled light falls soft between the leaves,
like spots on tabby coat and speckled frog,
and in the meadow bright awash in motley,
Sun spots scatter sparkles
on the dark lake swell
till night falls and solemn stars
fill the freckled sky.