On the village green,
bones of goalposts lean
at both ends of the empty pitch.
hugging sidelines, daisy-stitched,
tanging of cut grass.
Each time it passes,
it fractures the stillness,
the arrhythmic ebb and flow
of traffic as it comes and goes.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – Still
Grace is our host for this week’s Qaudrille. She says that she hopes we’re ready for another week of poetry challenges. And for those participating in the NaPoMo, we are almost at the finishing line.
Our word for Quadrille Monday is ‘still’. we can use it as a noun, adjective, adverb or verb. We can also combine it with another word like stillness, stillwaters, stillborn, stillrooms, or even standstill. Our challenge is to write a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including ‘still’.