Quadrille 97

Fill is to feeling
as Cossack is to Mars

Your gallop, flying over steppe,
riding into the air at escape velocity

To raid the stars,
the moon your scimitar –

braving the impossible sky,
an arc across cold space

From the heat of your horse –

Quadrille for dVerse

12 thoughts on “Quadrille 97

  1. After the poem you linked for Sunday Muse, I had to read another. I love your use of the phrase “escape velocity.” The use of particular lingo like that really works. And “the moon your scimitar”. Perfect.

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