For dverse


There’s a stream runs into the river,
With spangles of dapple quicksilver,
Where willow-wands trembling shiver,
Beneath the frosty moon.

There I watch the dimming of sunlight,
The sparkle-speckle of star-bright,
Leave my shoes in a pool of midnight,
Listen to fierce owls croon.

Red Balloon

There will always be only one balloon for me, a red one, from the film; Le Ballon Rouge.

Here are two quadrilles for the dverse prompt. The subject is, of course, balloon.


Lonely child dreams

of fat trout streams

and wild moonbeams.

In his hand, the string

tight holds, stars sing,

in the night sky ring

the songs of spring.

Balloon pulls high,

with birds into the sky,

he laughs, he can fly,

will never die.




Clutch the string tight,

like the moon in the night,

balloon in its flight,

absorbs the pale light,

red glow turns white.


Cast wide your dreams,

let flow the sunbeams,

that fall in bright streams,

burst at the seams,

with life the earth teams.