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?
To dig deeper
“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.
Thank you… I will share snippets of my journey from time to time.
Vivid. Great work, Bjorn. Thanks
Thank you back… it is a bit hard to get back into writing again
OMG!
This is chilling
Much love
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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.
Maybe it points at the perpetrator… who will be eaten alive by it… like portrait in Therese Raquain did.
Welcome back. That is some journey you embarked on. Perhaps, the cold moon inspired this poem. It does bring a shiver.
I overslept most moons actually…
Welcome back Bjorn. Nice poem
Thanks
Wonderfully atmospheric – Jae
You find it if you dig for it.
Ooh, deliciously spooky!
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Did that cold journey? Inspire enjoyed this poem
Not at all… it was not so cold most of the time.
Good!
The accusing finger! Hopefully this was not a true story. Nicely written Bjorn 👏
I do not know if it is true… but there is no guarantees.
Awesome poem, Bjorn! I love hiking, but I can’t handle cold weather. Brrr!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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I find it harder to handle when it is too warm… you can always dress for cold-
Well expressed. The accused person will one day get his due.
That’s a lot of distance! Quite an expedition!
Very atmospheric – even when there is clear evidence I doubt the moon will tell ….
Your trip was some expedition – I want to see the Norwegian Fjords, not as active as you, I am planning a cruise!
Ah… that’s nice. But they are pretty nice by car/hiking/kayaking as well.
i’m shivering just thinking about it…. there’s always something left behind to tell the tale…
But will the cold moon
ever tell the tale
on what’s hidden
Love your write Bjorn! Sometimes best to leave the status quo undisturbed.
Hank
A murder mystery with the moon the only witness! I wonder if she’ll tell.
Skiing and sleeping in a tent would not be my thing, but I hope you enjoyed it!
Wow, that was a walk of epic proportions…glad you’re back! We dig your poetry at the pub, Bjorn.
Earth worms winding, I can almost feel it in my bones.
You are amazing.