Updated: a major oops. I forgot to mention that this was for dVerse where Mish asked us to write about ICE…ice. Many thanks, Mish! ❤
December Shore
It was late night after ice, we walked the dogs on shivery sand heard rushing water not waves, but a summer house unprepared for winter-- shattered pipe. The echo lonely, in icy stillness. Your breath, white, seeped upwards ghostly, your eyes seeking home heavens.
(c) Sascha Darlington
Wow, Sascha! This is intense.
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David
Thank you so much, David! 🙂
Great write and image. 🙂
Thank you so much, Kitty!
You are welcome, Sascha. 🙂
At night I think hearing does become more acute. You captured the moment of literal dissonance well here.
I think it’s because our sight is not as good so hearing takes over. Thanks so much, Lisa!
Love the way your poem begins with vivid, specific details of a walk, transitioning to “The echo lonely, in icy stillness”, bringing deeper layers to this quadrille.