Dawn blushes horizon’s lip as deer,
mist-soaked, hooves to coats, browse.
Drowsy after night’s day, they, dainty,
step through stone testaments of dust.
The grass is greenest here, over bones,
where ghosts’ collective groans lament
our kind’s terminal folly; our greed’s covet
.……………………………………………over love.
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Linda is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Linda says:
Write a Quadrille poem consisting of 44 words exactly (not including the title) in response to the challenge. The word today is ‘Browse‘ and it must be used in some form within your poem
Tao Talk 
Oh Lisa, this reads like the beginning of a dark fairytale- it’s stunning.
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Both the style…and the content…but the content…each word placed like stepping stones, and yet, where they take you……
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Ain, thank you. I wish they took us somewhere else.
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Intruguing. Music well teamed up.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
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Thank you, Gillena, and you are welcome.
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Oh the greenery on graves… such a strong image.
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<3 thank you.
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So stunning!
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This could be a great opening to a spooky tale…the alliteration and rhyme really shine in this!
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Tricia, thank you. It is a nightmare we can’t seem to wake up from :(
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only in spurts, we will keep suffering until we learn our lessons I suppose… 😔
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Such a great poem Lisa! And sadly, it touches some sad truth.
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Rob, thanks much. I wish it wasn’t so.
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“where ghosts’ collective groans lament.”
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A wonderful poem Lisa. I liked this line…
Drowsy after night’s day, they, dainty,
step through stone testaments of dust.
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Dwight, thank you very much.
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You are welcome, Lisa.
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Awesome poem Li. Though very dark.
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Thank you, Sadje. Memorial day is a very dark occasion…
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You’re welcome! Yes it is
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Terminal folly–we have more than enough to spare. (K)
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Sounds pretty dark, but I guess with an image of a cemetery, it’s probably impossible to come up with something cheerful!
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I wrote the poem first, as a Memorial Day lament, then found the image. Thanks for reading and your comment, Christian.
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‘Dawn blushes horizon’s lip’ ~ what an opening to your quadrille!
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Carol thank you <3
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This IS Grimm’s Fairy Tales… I like it.
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Thank you, Max!
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Very nicely done – i love the rhyme words, and the sense of stepping delicately through something. The contrast of deer and graveyard is excellent.
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Thank you very much for reading and the feedback.
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I love the atmosphere you’ve created here, Lisa – and that’s a great photo!
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Ingrid, thank you :)
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Quadrille that packs a mighty punch, Lisa!!! Well done. (be careful out there on the paths)
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Thank you very much, Helen on both.
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This is chillingly beautiful and beautifully chilling, Lisa…
<3
David
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Thank you, David. It came from my heart.
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I love the descriptions of the deer–like tapestry in words, and the dark twist of these lines especially ..”The grass is greenest here, over bones,..” and the ghosts who groan over “..our kind’s terminal folly..”
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Joy, thank you, and I’m glad you enjoyed the descriptors.
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Stone testaments of dust is a wonderful line.
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Thank you, Carol.
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