Under the Snow Moon
Moon of Snow. Moon of Sand.
Under a bleached white moon I stand.
Starless night, all alone.
Cold as ice. Cold as bone.
Here the sandcrabs burrow deep,
where no predators can creep.
All these memories I keep.
Turn out lights. Go to sleep.
The dVerse Poets quadrille prompt is snow. My favorite way to create a quadrille is to find a longer poem I have written and to trim it down. Go HERE to see how others responded.

Inspiring sand crab image, Judy. I enjoyed the phrasing of your quadrille very much.
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Thanks, K.F.
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What a lovely poem, Judy.
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Thanks, Dolly. The Quadrille forces one to be succinct.
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My pleasure, Judy.
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This is a very interesting poem Judy a bit sad and a bit contented
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A thoughtful summary, Sadje.
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Thanks 🙏🏼
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Snuggle up in the cold – those who can
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Turned on my electric mattress heater for the first time last night!
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I love how you captured the cold… yes that one I know.
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It has been unbelievably cold here for the past week. World climate is going crazy! Our rainy season seems to have come on 6 months late as well after record high temps.
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Judy, this is fantastic. I especially like
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Much love,
David
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Thanks, David!
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I love your quadrille, Judy which is like an incantation, especially the ‘bleached white moon’ and the repetition in ‘Cold as ice. Cold as bone’, which made me shiver. Hibernation is so tempting.
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It’s very tempting here in my part of Mexico, too, Kim. It’s never been this cold before in my 22 years here…brrrr. And no central heating.
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I have certainly been hibernating lately..some days staying huddled in bed under a down comforter to do my blog. Record-breaking cold temperatures here after months of record-breaking hot ones. Wish the Earth could get back to her former cycles.
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What a sweet lulluby.
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Thanks, Xan.
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A beautiful quadrille, and the loneliness seeps through with the cold.
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Thanks, Dora. It is a good exercise for me to try to force-trim my words!
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A good one. I like it!
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I really enjoyed your quadrille, it had a beautiful tempo to it.
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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This poem is succinct and beautiful. It should be spare as the moon seems to be.
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It is fun paring down a longer poem (much longer in this case) to its bare bones…
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