Quadrille 93

The hobnail feet of Winter
mash us into slush

as if to press iced wine
from our broken skins

a crush on spirits
of summer love

tasted, stripped
just off the vine

sleet’s sharp rhythm
in robes of immaculate white

dancing
on our graves



Quadrille for dVerse

20 thoughts on “Quadrille 93

  1. ‘The hobnail feet of Winter’ is just how it feels! My fingers and toes are frozen and the skin on my hands is broken. I also love the lines:
    ‘as if to press iced wine
    from our broken skins’.
    You’ve (hob)nailed it!

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