A quadrille (44 words)
Torn up streets; thick weeds; heavy smell of musk; Long covered for ages by toxic vapor. Survivors? They're living in benighted dusk; None alive have known a sheet of paper. A child in deerskins spurts towards shaman’s tent, Clutching timeworn bottle, fearing dark portent.
d’Verse Quadrille #148
The above poem is my take on today’s d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge. The Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “paper” in a Quadrille.
I adapted this piece from an Ottava Rima that I wrote just last week because that poem happened to contain the word “paper”. The original Ottava Rima goes as follows:
Of lofty ~ high-rises ~ remain only husks ~ Naught ~ left of even ~ the best-built skyscraper ~ On broken streets ~ thick weeds ~ heavy smell of musk ~ Once barren ~ due to ~ deathly ~ magic vapor ~ Survivors ~ now live ~ in benighted dusk ~ None alive ~ have known ~ any sheet of paper ~ A child ~ in deerskin ~ spurts towards shaman’s tent ~ Clutching timeworn bottle ~ fearing dark portent ~
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