At dverse De is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘murmur’!
She hates the dark.
How it closes slowly
like a fist squeezing
out the daylight.
How it murmurs
through her bones
that crack like
fragile sea shells.
How all her words
are icicles shattering
on the ground,
spraying syllables
into a silent night.
welshstream 