into the ‘fiery wind’ what would I say?
scratched dirt jams my nails to the quicks…
this heaviness of breath, this seeping energy
if I ask…
will you admit your unspoken truth?
or brush it off with a laugh?
next time, I may speak.
This is a quadrille (poem of 44 words) using the dVerse prompt word ‘quick’. Thanks and credit must go to Jane Dougherty whose use of the phrase ‘words in the fiery wind’ in a recent poem, inspired me to write today.