The troll – quadrille – poem for dVerse

We told each other about the troll
under that wooden bridge,
so that we ran over laughing
and breathless – scared, not scared –
believing, not believing –
as if our trip-trap feet
were enough to waken
the cold stone heart
of the old stone troll.

Frank is hosting at dVerse tonight, and it’s a quadrille night. Our word is troll – I generally have far too much to say about trolls to fit into 44 words, but that’s what you have to do.

14 thoughts on “The troll – quadrille – poem for dVerse

  1. I love how you’ve taken three elements of the fairy tale – the wooden bridge, trip-trap feet and the troll – without being explicit, and magically folded it into a quadrille full of make-believe! Wonderful, Sarah!

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  2. As a child, I feared all things that possibly lurked in shadows, the darkness, and under bridges. You took me right back there; smile.


  3. The trolls I recall from a childhood book were the Three Billygoat Gruffs … a troll trio! Funny the memory that popped up as I read your poem.


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