Image – author’s own
an eiderdown blanket
muffling, mittening
soft fluffy kittening
mountains and crags
of my Welsh hideaway
marshmallowed, angelic
church bells celebrating
carol singers harmonic
heavenly sent
crag-cradled moon hanging
in its star spangled hammock
small creatures rest easy
nestled, hibernating
under a comforter of snow
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This week in dVerse Quadrille Monday, our welcoming host Björn asked us to be inspired by the theme of snow, it being winter in the northern hemisphere. Of course, it being a quadrille, there absolutely must be 44 words in the poem, no more and no less. I’ve counted my offering several times, so I hope I’ve managed to count correctly!
My poem is inspired by where I am now, in rural Wales, half way up a mountain. This time last year I was living on the south coast of England and, according to my Facebook photo memories, it was a hard, hard frost, followed by snow, just in time for my removal van to arrive (anxious times, but the removal firm were brilliant). Currently, we have no snow here, but last December we had a blanket of it and I took photos, so this poem is my interpretation of that time.
I am off to read lots of snow poems now. Do head on over there too and read the imaginative offerings of the poets who make up this wonderful dVerse poetry community – and why not take part yourself?!
Freya Writes... 
Oh I just love how you describe that comfort, and indeed the snow is actually relatively warm if you dig in (I have slept in snow caves….)
Thank you! I had heard snow was actually quite warm. I’m prepared at least (although unlikely to need to use the knowledge!).
Freya, your alliteration is so effective ~ this is a beautiful piece!
❤
David
Thank you!
We are in such different parts of the UK, Freya, you halfway up a mountain and me in I like that you went back to a snowy time and especially love the rhyming and sounds of ‘muffling, mittening / soft fluffy kittening’ and ‘marshmallowed’, which evoke the way snow mutes everything. I also love the alliterative ‘crag-cradled moon’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😊
Sensations of peace and contentments — Love how you mingled the imagery of snow and holiday to achieve it, Freya.
Thank you, Dorah!
This is what winter is all about in my neck of the woods, too, so these lovely 44 words speak to me. Wonderful, Freya.
Thank you, Dale, I’m glad they spoke to you 🙂
I felt fluffy warm and comfort from your poem. Adore the sounds of these lines:
church bells celebrating
carol singers harmonic
heavenly sent
Thank you, Grace, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Halfway up a mountain in rural Wales sounds so remote but just as beautiful. May I ask why you decided to move? And are you pleased with your decision??
I spent most of my working life so far living and working in big cities (including London) and I couldn’t do it any longer. Do I regret it? not at all!
Makes sense. I moved out to the country in 2011 and do not regret it either.
Really like these lines:
“crag-cradled moon hanging
in its star spangled hammock”
“under a comforter of snow”