dVerse Quadrille Monday: Threshold

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I form the edges of the night,
my boundaries cast wide
for we are in the darkling time,
the liminal space between the end
and the beginning.

I, your moon, grow large
at this juncture,
a silver disc,
frost bound, ghostly,
your cold companion.

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This week in dVerse Quadrille Monday, we are asked to mull over the moon, in any way we feel, as long as the word ‘moon’ is included somewhere. Of course, it being a quadrille, there absolutely must be 44 words, no more and no less, in the poem. I’ve counted my offering several times, so I hope I’ve managed to count correctly!

I have been away from dVerse, the lovely poetry writing community for a long, long time. I encourage you to visit them here and read the wonderful moony quadrilles these fabulous poets have penned.

I’ve also been away from WordPress so I had to re-educate myself on the formatting – but that’s another story!

27 thoughts on “dVerse Quadrille Monday: Threshold”

  1. Welcome back to dVerse, Freya, my ‘cold companion’! I love the way you slipped into the moon’s shoes with ease and donned the cloak of ‘the liminal space between the end / and the beginning.

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  2. So nice to have you back at dVerse, it would be great to see more of your writing.

    Love the way you describe the moon as a cold companion taking us through the liminal space between end and beginning… it works both to describe the winter and as a metaphor for other darkness.

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  4. Very beautiful and descriptive. I loved the personification too. The moon forming the liminal space between the end and the beginning threw open interpretation by adding another dimension to this piece.

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  10. That first line pulls us inexorably within the poem’s boundaries and into its still contemplative but unromanticized folds. So beautifully done, Freya.

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