Underneath —
were earthworms wind
around the bones
of decomposing bodies
one skeletal finger
remains accusing
pointing skywards.
A declaring digit
giving evidence against
the assassin with
a spade
for digging graves.
But will the cold moon
ever tell the tale
on what’s hidden
underneath?
The word for today’s Quadrille is dig and it is hosted by Punam at dVerse.
I came back from our winter trek last week. In all we did 1300 km (around 800 miles) in 54 days on skis sometimes sleeping in a tent. I may have more to tell later about this small expedition.
April 20, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Cold moons never tell.
Welcome back. You have been missed.
The moon knows how to keep a secret
A shivering good mystery, Björn. I especially liked “declaring digit” as an exceptionally descriptive turn of phrase along with thos winding earthworms. Ugh! 🙂
Welcome back! We missed you!
I think the soil will keep its secrets.
Ooh! That’s a good one, Björn, with just the right amount of shivers. Love the artwork too.
Good to have you back. Hope you will share about your expedition soon.
I will try to share a bit more… but it needs some processing
👍🏼 No worries. We have all the time.
Welcome back, Björn, your winter trek looks amazing – I bet you have some stories to tell, and you’ve been missed. I enjoyed your Gothic cold moon’s tale – funny that we both wrote about worms! The one skeletal finger is chilling – depending on which finger it is, of course.
It is… and yes our worms are quite different… maybe your robin will be the detective to solve the case
That would be something!
What secrets do the other nine digits hold?
“One skeletal fingerremains accusingpointing skywards” this is a great line! I loved the imagery of this! Also welcome back, I can’t wait to hear of your trip and what you think of treeking on snow.
Vivid. Great work, Bjorn. Thanks
OMG!
This is chilling
Much love
Will it? Perhaps time will tell–as dead men tell no tales. Spooky stuff. Glad you made it back safe and sound. Looking forward to reading more about your journey.
Welcome back. That is some journey you embarked on. Perhaps, the cold moon inspired this poem. It does bring a shiver.
Welcome back Bjorn. Nice poem