“My wife and I”, he said,
and everybody cheered.
After, we gathered round them –
“You’re punching, mate”
somebody said, “You’re punching”
and, smiling
he acknowledge it,
accepted it. Embraced it –
and she moved closer, nestling
in his circling arms, bird to his bear:
a small boat resting
in safe harbour.
a quadrille for dVerse – 44 words including tonight’s word: punch
there are fish of many types –
silver flashes of lightning
deep grey of storms,
rippling, shimmering
shoals of showers –
suddenly there, suddenly gone –
sunlight falls through
green reeds, swaying,
summer rains
dart and dazzle and dance,
and the clouds drift on.
A quadrille for De at dVerse – 44 words, including today’s word – “type”
Inspired by an image on Twitter from @PaulDragonwolf1
Maybe it’s that moment
when you wake from sleep
and the world is suddenly strange –
glistening with
noises that shimmer at the edge of sight –
heavy with light that presses on your skin –
the smell of sunshine, lemons, clockwork –
that moment is the one
that really matters,
that changes everything
I’m hosting for Quadrille Monday at dVerse tonight – and our word is “sleep”. But I kind of had to subvert my own prompt! Come and join us, anyway. Quadrilling is fun.
because there’s so much static on the line
that I can hardly hear your voice.
Everything I touch explodes
and the clouds are pressing down
on every roof of every house.
I’m worn dumb with waiting,
and the sky is swollen
like a bruise.
A quadrille for Mish at dVerse. Our word is “static”.
Her taste is spicy – she loves
that chilli burn, the warmth
of peppercorns. She seasons.
She likes those
rich brown flavours –
nutmeg cinnamon,
cumin cardamom
She squeezes lemons,
grates the yellow rind,
she chops the green herbs
coriander rosemary
oregano thyme
basil tarragon
she gingers, garlics,
tastes and tastes again
wonders what’s missing
A quadrille for Lisa at dVerse. Our word is “season”
The white narcissi
are cut from white paper,
and the buds on the cherry
are tight knots of tissue,
and the daffodils, the celandines,
the pink magnolia
are paint splattered across
the page
and the sky is as blue
as a bowl, smudged
with thumbprint clouds
just the glorious
messiness
of spring
A quadrille for De at dVerse. Our word tonight is “paper”.
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