Upon waking from brief escape,
I’m anxious, timorous.
Sky’s darkest blue is unrecognizable.
For all-consuming shades and shadows,
Blanket dreary these cold, unknowable hours.
Is it morning or midnight?
I tuck my exhausted heart beneath the crumpled duvet,
And await a calm of light.
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d’Verse prompt this week: blanket (44 word quadrille form)
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I'm a writer who is particularly interested in telling stories of the hidden, the hurt, the silent, the unheard. My writing website: www.jtealwriter.com Twitter: jtvancouver
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I’m reading this after dropping my daughter in to work for an early shift, and I’ve crawled back beneath the duvet for an hour or two… perfect!
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‘For all-consuming shades and shadows,
Blanket dreary these cold, unknowable hours.’
What powerful words! I love this quadrille. I don’t blame you for waiting it out under your duvet!
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Oh those cold dark hours before dawn–perfectly captured here. I’m not sleepless too often, but I’ve been there.
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I often wake up early… too awake to go back to sleep… but pulling up the duvet still is the only sane choice.
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“Just 44 words” you say on Facebook. Pffft. The moody magic you can conjure with “just 44 words” makes me shiver with happiness–even though the mood you’ve created is far from happy. Just lovely, Jo.
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Oh how I feel this! 💝 Love; “Sky’s darkest blue is unrecognizable/for all-consuming shades and shadows.”
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I love your ending line – the calm of light.
Creative use of the prompt word: Blanket dreary these cold, unknowable hours.
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Sounds like she’s a little disoriented. Glad light grounded her so she could ease her mind.
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