Photo: Public Domain
Eagle Nebula Dust Pillar
Shapeshifting
a Quadrille
Today I am horse,
surging power trampling fear—
carry me onward.
Just a lowly frog
croaking humble songs of praise,
ever mindful love.
Butterfly woman—
eternal transformation
beyond death’s darkness.
At last I’m eagle,
soaring to mountainous realms
touching Divinity.
Now I dream tomorrow.
Linking to my favorite prompt–dVerse Quadrille. Please join us with a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, using the word DREAM in the body of the poem. I chose an old poem from 2011 and revised it to meet the requirements of the form.
We are in the midst of a kitchen remodel so I may be slow to visit but will get around eventually.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 