a small stirring
in the slow hollows of her bones.
a hallowed breath
of broken wayward shaken sky.
a sigh. a song.
the long long stretch of day.
a freckled thought
that says she is ungrowing.
a fraction caught
between her grinning teeth. relief.
A Quadrille for my own prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
Your way of stringing words always makes me sigh. ❤
The pace of this poem resonates throughout. But what i found interesting is not being able to anticipate the next emotion
Thanks for dropping bt to read mine
Interesting lines: “a freckled thought
that says she is ungrowing.”
I love imagining this being about a little girl struggling with math but finally getting it. 🙂
I love that “broken wayward shaken sky.” Beautiful!
First two lines set the pace for this lovely, clever poem, De.
“a freckled thought” — oh how I love these few words….and I think of them as a sign of youth and you juxtapose it here with “ungrowing”….
I really enjoyed this one!