Leaden-grey winter days are brightened by hawthorn's scarlet berries, a migrant firecrest and a robin’s breast as warming as a hot water bottle. They are talismans against the coming cold, summoning magical Yule, glowing reminders that the old year will soon become the new.
Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2022
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Lisa gives us a warm welcome to this Monday’s Quadrille at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we and our muses are prompted to write a quadrille, our poetic form of just 44 words (not counting the title), which includes one word provided by our host.
Lisa describes her back yard with its ‘grey of pear tree twigs, washed-out brown standing stalks, and bright white covering the ground… Not a sign of warmth in sight’. I love the way she describes her cats as ‘curled in tight donuts’! She reminds us that while we in Northern climates crunch into winter, those in Southern climates are crunching out of it and into summer. She paints a picture of cool nights huddled by a bonfire and sipping hot cocoa, which leads to our prompt word: warm.
I enjoyed the poems Lisa gave by Frank Ormsby (by the way there is a place along the coast from us called Ormsby), Kathy Engel, Donal Heffernan and Ama Ata Aidoo.