…
With storm breath and flickered fear,
we open journey-jars, spill-skip dream
-coins into bubbled shadows. Dance a
wish, lull-curl-whispered across spring-surface.
The echo-sound’s a cued breeze,
melted shimmer-grin-ghost. A boast-giggle,
drizzled-green dawn. The twist leaves sparks,
still-twisted scars that pepper-cloud our longing.
Balloon economy,
rising.
..
This is the One With All the Words, for the Q44 prompt over at dVerse today. I’m hosting. Come play!
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“Ballon economy rising” is great. But I like “open journey-jars” even better.
Love the word play De ~ This is my favorite: The twist leaves sparks,
still-twisted scars that pepper-cloud our longing.
Well, somehow you also used all the words and made an interesting interplay of images in my mind.
Love the title – but I’m sure there is a moon somewhere still.
Stunning title and stunning Quadrille!
I love all the words. 🙂 I admire each of my fellow poets who do that, but haven’t rustled up the nerve myself. Well done, a fast-paced Q here.
Wonderful use of all the words. My favorite is “spill-skip dream-coins”.
Nice use of all the Quadrille words.
Such a delight! I somehow read peppermint into this at first–well, it seems to fit. 🙂