
the bridge to night,
hushed and wakeful,
asks me questions–
the words cast spells,
hushed and wakeful,
delicate and cobwebbed, into
ice—a sudden snow
asks me questions,
but I remain cloistered–
self-contained, undreamed—
the words cast spells–
maps sailing silent
unknown boundless seas

I started to construct a quadrille for dVerse, using the word ice given to us by Mish, and words from the Random Generator which Merril posted on Sunday. When I saw Colleen’s Ekphrastic prompt, above, it gave me a focus for what I had begun. I used the trimeric form.
