She had swum too far,
felt the power of waves tugging her
towards the horizon
before striking back to shore.
On the way back,
when she reached out her puckered hand,
she felt like beach pebbles
scattered by the sea in ever shifting sand.
Kim M. Russell, 25th January 2021
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: No way. Way!
Lisa is our host for this Monday’s Quadrille, with the word ‘way’, which she says took her a while to find and settle on. I love the poems she has shared as examples: ‘The Way In’ by Linda Hogan, ‘The Way’ by Edwin Muir and Charles Bukowski’s ‘roll the dice’.
Today we are writing quadrilles, poems of 44 words (excluding the title), which must include the word ‘way’.
In this poem I was thinking of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.
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