A murmur from the crowd —
Raging awful sound
Cold and bold, growing louder
Stoked by fear uncontrolled —
Shouts of doubters who were sold
Imperative truth among raucous
A still small voice still speaking veracity
To those who will listen
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #85, prompt was “voice.” WC 44.
A baboon of average intelligence
can aspire to be anything
A broad vocabulary
is not necessary
to hold an esteemed office.
One needs only to convince
enough that he advocates
against the establishment.
Lies become alternative facts.
Dignity and integrity become artifacts.
– This is a Quadrille. I used a random word generator to get the prompts. The prompt words were: baboon, advocate, average, establishment.
“You’ll bounce.” They said,
And so, I jumped. Without a
Doubt, I’d toughen up. “Boys
Don’t cry.” The big one said,
When I fell and bumped my head.
If these are friends, I’d rather
Have none, cause none of this
Is any doggone fun.
Children in Forest by Viktor Vasnetsov, 1874
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #48, prompt was “bounce.” WC 44. Photo from Wikimedia Commons.
Twilight casts its shadow
Upon the open door
Colors swirl on gentle breezes
Winter comes once more
Day shutters to its end
Last light crawls upon the shore
Where ships wait to take us home
When no spark remains,
We close the darkened door
Sunset over the Golden Horn by Ivan Aivazovsky
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #19, prompt was “spark.” WC 44. Photo from Wikipedia.
She turned them over carelessly in her hand.
They spilled across the table;
Wasn’t sure where they would land.
Some fell onto the ground.
Bouncing and rolling were terrifying sounds.
I picked up all that I was able –
She made me lose my marbles.
– Written for dVerse Quadrille #11, prompt was “spill.” WC 44. Photo from Pexels.com.