It is “Quadrille Monday” at DVerse again, and this week’s word is “shiver.” Linked with JusJoJan. Once again, it took longer to find an illustration than to write the poem.
I cannot help it :
Even when you’re standing next to me,
And I’m wearing two jackets
And holding your warm hand —
Yes, this present is pleasant —
If I think about the future,
It is not the coldness of the night
Which makes me shiver.
revivedwriter 
So well crafted! Our souls shiver more often than our bodies.
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The title is intriguing and I am concerned for the writer after reading the poem.
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I am thinking of a different kind of excitement or antipation. Hope its all good.
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The trepidation about the future speaks volumes.
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Intriguing piece.
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Lovely premonition of a shiver. Enjoyed this twist.
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Well….that was sooo well told! Really like the way that unfolded…
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Ah! That shiver denotes divergent possibilities of the future! Wonderfully done, Jenna.
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Jenna, this sounds rather foreboding to me…
❤
David
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I like that the future can be interpreted in more than one way. It can be foreboding, sexual, anticipatory, or even just fear of change.
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I appreciate that you understood and appreciate the ambiguity.
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I’m with the others–this does sound foreboding. I certainly wonder about their relationship. Thank you for this little mystery!
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I hope she can figure out a way to escape! (K)
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Maybe it’s closeness rather than cold…
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So well done,m Jenna!
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The uneasiness is palpable. Trust in the future is difficult but red flags cannot be ignored.
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Oh, this seems ominous to me…I hope there is a happy resolution to this tale!
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