Woken by a wintry dawning
of not necessarily unthinkable
colours, the icicle sparkled
and dripped from the awning,
releasing its magical spell:
it had captured the frosty light
from the clusters of stars in the night
and now it rang like a tinkling bell.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd January 2023

Free image by Rico Van der Voorde on Unsplash
Mish says it’s that time again for crafting a poem of 44 words. Yes, it’s the dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille Monday. She tells us how she scrolled through some old photos and was reminded of a storm that blasted along Lake Huron, Ontario a few years ago. Her description and the photos that accompany it are stunning, and they are all of ice, which is the word to be included in our quadrilles.
Not only has Mish given us a list of words derived from ice, which can be used as a noun, verb or adjective and can be hyphenated as we feel fit, but also a poem by the aptly named Robert Frost, entitled ‘Fire and Ice’.
Very nice rhyme scheme, Kim. I love the ice capturing the starlight.
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Thank you Sarah!
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That time in the year when icicles form from the warmth in the sun and then freeze again at night is the part of winter/spring
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The first thaw. 🙂
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wonderful incantation, may it be so!
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Thanks Lisa!
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You’re welcome!
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There is so much to love about this quadrille. I like the uniqueness of “not necessarily unthinkable colours” and all the magic you found in an icicle!
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Thanks so much Mish!
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Such a light, tinkling poem, exactly like the icy starlight.
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Thank you Jane!
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I loved your study of the iccicle. We went in opposite directions… your icicle is singing… my tune was frozen.
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Thanks Dwight. I’m off to bed. I’ll be back in the morning to read yours.
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Hope your night is a good one!
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I love this poem! And I love the tinkle of icicles.
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Thank you Kim!
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I went out on the deck this morning & knocked about a dozen off the rain gutters; not because I had to, but because I’ve had enough, already. Great stuff Kim.
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Thanks Ron! I really can’t stand snow but I do rather like icicles.
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Those stars capturing the magic of the stars is a clever thought.
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Thank you Jim!
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I meant the “icicles” ‘captured’ the light. Sorry, the “capture” was the clever write for me.
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Magical, Kim!
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Thank you Dora!
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You have captured the beauty of icicles.
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Thank you kindly!
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Beautifully penned. Magic in 44 word. 💜
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Thank you so much!
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Wow! You and I have written a poem on the same theme: The relation of ice with the night and day. Great minds think alike!
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Thank you, Jay. I’m not long up, so I’ll be reading and commenting shortly. I look forward to reading your quadrille.
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Bravo!!!
Luv this.
Much❤love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you this Tuesday morning!
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Kim, for me, this is one of most beautiful quadrilles I’ve ever had the pleasure to read.
❤
David
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David, that is so kind of you. Thank you!
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I love this, Kim! I love the idea of starlight captured by the ice to ring as a bell in the morning. Beautiful! 💙
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Thank you Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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“it had captured the frosty light
from the clusters of stars in the night
and now it rang like a tinkling bell.”
Lovely lines, Kim. 🙂
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Thank you Kitty!
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What a lovely read! Your words are a thrill for the senses.
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Thanks so much Colleen!
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You’re so welcome.
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