Steeped – quadrille for dVerse

hair coiled like ammonites
she hangs


steeped in nostalgia –
memories darkening around her,
twining smoke,

blind to the fading photograph,
the dust gathering,
the echoes scattering
like sunlight on water

my paper nautilus adrift
on the turbulent ocean

endlessly spiralling
seeking depth

Mish is hosting quadrille night at dVerse, the poets’ pub. The word is “steep” but the prices aren’t. Boom boom.