When weather change from freezing into thaw
the ice below moans melodies as if in pain.
When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw
we huddle leeward from the wicked sleet and rain,
and daylight dwindles, dies; forget the days of flaws.
Thaw by Aleksey Savrasov
Quadrille for De at dVerse.
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January 14, 2018
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Such a lulling cadence here, with all that rhythm and rhyme. Wonderful.
Love the rhyming quadrille specially: daylight dwindles, dies; forget the days of flaws. I look forward to the thawing of winter ice.
I would love to have myself some real winter first…
/the ice bel\ow moans melodies/ was the hook for me. Missed you at OLN; check out BLACKTHORNE
Just did 🙂 was away over the weekend for my mother’s birthday.
“ice below moans” and “anger of the wind” – so harsh, the winter. The last line has me pondering.
Those first two lines really yank the reader in. Wonderfully written.
‘When anger of the wind turn(s) faces puce and raw’ that line has a lovely flow.
I echo Jane’s thoughts!!
Wow … that’s a wonderful rhyming poem that sits so well with the beautiful drawing and like how you capture the force of the wind here too.
This piece has a wonderful flow to it. It reminds me of the back and forth winds of a winter day- slow and chilling. Great work!
If you had room for one more word, dreary comes to mind. Like many a wasted winter day.
Ooh, rhyming and rhythm. Reminded me of Shakespeare, actually. https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/when-icicles-hang-by-the-wall-by-william-shakespeare-1564-1616-5kgxk93bnwc
We’re all writing winter poems, LOL! “forget the days of flaws” — very provocative, I liked that a lot.
That piece packs a punch Bjorn, put a chill on my shiver… liked it!
Only someone who has experienced it could write it. You bring it to life. I hope you will be writing some on your mother’s birthday celebration.
“the ice below moans melodies as if in pain.”
That line and everything in the poem itself is gold and very beautifully well expressed my friend.
Happy New Year!
“Faces puce and raw” How descriptive! We “huddled leeward” for 7 inches of snow yesterday, but today the sun is shining and the world is pristine!
Ooooh this is deliciously lyrical! ❤️ Love “the ice below moans melodies as if in pain.” Wow!
this has me longing for Spring
Loved the ice moaning in pain… Perhaps even bones breaking!!
this drops into the depths of the season – and how it changes its face so often throughout – and yes, after the deepest cold, the ice does seem to moan as it thaws – perhaps this where the expression “old man” winter comes from ….
I really like your quadrille – it’s moody and atmospheric and makes me want for the deepest gloom, and snows and grey … and cold, just to feel the bite …
(really it does – even as I’m sort of right in the thick of it all as it is — and I’m not a fan of winter, so bravo on the poem, makes me want to drop right into it and let it rip me to bits)
Oh, the ice really does speak! The painting intrigues me… Is it yours?
You have captured the harshness of winter. I always love a good rhyme scheme, yes I do. Did you mean change or changes? I always enjoy your poetry Bjorn.
A beautiful quadrille with Rhymes…capturing the essence of change so well!
A haunting of slush and frozen tones! I’m yearning for a deep blanket and a mug full of steam.
Nice line about the moaning ice.
You conjured up a chilling sound, Björn, with the line ‘the ice below moans melodies as if in pain’, and a powerful image in the line: ‘huddle leeward from the wicked sleet and rain’. I pray that that snow by-passes this part of the world.
I felt that. Some thaws in winter are more raw than the “regular” cold.
Beautifully descriptive. I absolutely love that second line!
Oh brrrrr!