Stardust: A Quadrille

Winter winds lash the trees,

the clouds sail, schooners

on an obsidian sea,

shimmering stars, sparkling dots,

pulsing to music of the universe,

echoed in our beating hearts–

stardust,

remnants of other worlds

gone for a millennium,

here in your arms curled around me.

 

 

 

I’ve never written a quadrille, but I was intrigued by the idea–a poem of 44 words exactly. This is for dVerse, and we were to use the word “curl” in the poem.

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61 thoughts on “Stardust: A Quadrille

  1. Best yet, I think. If we reach for the stars, we’ll get off the ground this year, taking the focus off ourselves. I think you had a different intent here, but that’s my extrapolation, given my word for the year today.

    A quadrille – I don’t think I could write one even if my life depended on it. Exquisite!

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      • Yes I suppose there are… I was hearing the tune of a song by Hoagy Carmichael called ‘Stardust’:

        And now the purple dusk of twilight time
        Steals across the meadows of my heart
        High up in the sky the little stars climb
        Always reminding me that we’re apart
        You wander down the lane and far away
        Leaving me a song that will not die
        Love is now the stardust
        Of yesterday
        The music
        Of the years
        Gone by…..

  3. This really is a magical poem, Merril! It had me swirling and twirling with some young man’s arms wrapped around me, listening to old records in a high school gym. Twinkling lights hung from the school building rafters. . .

      • Your words send us out into the universe (so maybe not a gymnasium πŸ™‚ ) under the open sky dancing instead. . . sparkling stars setting the beat, or pulse as you say, of the music playing. Second “take” on your really nicely turned quadrille, Merril.

      • Awww–thanks so much, Robin. I’m glad you wanted to revisit the poem. Dancing under the stars sounds fun. I guess we’ll have to wait until the weather gets a bit nicer. πŸ™‚

      • You’re welcome! It is always fun to look at art and rethink how you interpreted it. Thus, revisiting your poem was like asking my mind to consider another thought or reaction. The stars are so beautiful in the picture you display.
        My friend and I saw “Hidden Figures” tonight and saw the full moon in the sky. πŸ™‚

      • The moon was beautiful. We haven’t been able to get to the movies. I do want to see Hidden Figures, but now Patterson is out, and I’ve been waiting to see that one, too.

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