At dverse De is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘fire’.
It’s so cold he is wondering
why his bones burn.
An iron chill
is stopping the day,
is cracking open river and hills,
is nailing stars to earth,
is slowly freezing the life
out of his thinking, his movement.
Just that distant fire aching inside.
welshstream 