Quadrille 68

Wringing out all
forty-four winks of sleep –
the twisted rag of night
leaves wrinkled sheets
damp with sweat.

Carrier pigeons of dreams
in full retreat
back across the Channel,
messages in invisible ink –
I misread “blessings”
which means “wounded”
in Napoleon’s French.



For dVerse Quadrille

22 thoughts on “Quadrille 68

  1. Dreams so dark of war, of aborted peace, a wink into the past as pigeons fly cross Channel as ambassadors, as messengers, but shot down, destroyed with peace dropped from their talons.

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