At dverse De Jackson has us focussing on the word ‘change’ which, of course, can take on many aspects. We have to use the word in a Quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words.
It’s sunset,
but the moon has been up
this last hour.
Its aggressive phase,
waiting for the day
to clear its decks.
And I’m aware
of your impatience
for this change.
So you can sing again to the stars,
filling night with your brokenness.
welshstream 