The candy glaze of winter and black puddle splinter chill me to the bone, hurt-blue cold on stone. The pavement’s slip twixt cup and lip disgorges with honey taste of purple berry glistening juicy and ripe in a slow bloody drop into virgin snow. Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2022
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Thankfully, I’m not too late for Mish’s candy quadrille prompt over at the dVerse Poets Pub, which is full of fun facts, sweetness and songs. She asks us to sweeten up our quadrilles and pop a bit of candy into our poems in quadrilles of exactly 44 words, not including the title. I’m afraid mine is not particularly sweet.
writing in north norfolk 
Vivid! I love it ❄️
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Thank you, Paula!
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I love the layers of this
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Thank you!
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Very welcome 🙂
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All cups are refillable. You might have to wait for the Spring thaw, but….
Loved the quad, Kimbo!
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Thanks Ron!
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Ouch! Can feel the pain through your lines. These are the accidents of winter we fear the most as we age. Hoping you are well, Kim.
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Thank you, Dora. I’m looking forward to spring already.
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Sending spring thoughts and flowers your way.🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
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Oh no! Hope you’ve recovered now, although beautifully penned, that last line gave me a chill! 🥶
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Thank you, Tricia. I can’t wait for spring!
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Yes! 🌻🌼🌻🌼
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First of all….ouch!! A fall on ice can be devastating. The language is luscious in this piece with “hurt-blue cold on stone” and “pavement’s slip/ twixt cup and lip”.
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Thank you, Mish.
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Mine neither (happy stuff), Kim. Literally, do the kids in
the U.K. play the “Fox and Goose” tag game in ‘virgin snow’?
We did at school recess and noon after we ate lunch.
I’m afraid to comment of things that I read pretty
deeply in here, should I be?
p.s. Last year my daughter slipped and broke her hip on
her driveway, this was a rare year for us to have had snow.
..
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Hi Jim! I don’t know the Fox and Goose game, but I never played in snow after a traumatic experience when I was four or five. Never e afraid to comment.😊
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Kim,
I hear pain in this. It is beautiful writing. These lines especially,
“The candy glaze of winter
and black puddle splinter
chill me to the bone,
hurt-blue cold on stone.”
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Thank you, Ali.
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Beautifully layered piece ❤
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Thank you!
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That black ice is something I fear as well… especially on my bicycle. Now when there is snow on the ground it is actually more predictable.
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What a terrific use of color throughout this vividly poem.
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Thank you kindly!
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