I could sleep here,

belly warm against the stone

arms splayed,

wings,

bent at the elbows,

reaching

perhaps to hold

but for now still,

warm,

cheek pressed to rock

sun baked,

lazy,

stubbornly forgotten

long ago

when this place was ice

long from melting.

View From The Top Of Snowdon – By Carol J Forrester

Since there is no Quadrille night this Monday over at DVersePoets I thought I’d write one inspired by my recent trip to Snowdonia National Park. The views were utterly stunning and it really does feel like you’re escaping the modern world.

A Quadrille is a poem written in exactly 44 words. The DVerse Poets Pub runs a fortnightly Quadrille prompt for those who fancy having a go in the company of some wonderful fellow blogger/poets.