Wings In Spring
I thought I could
child’s tales imagined
me
believe
a sprite beyond just that
field’s last
next
flower
lazing petal’s slumber shade with winking wry smile
waking
they would wary
me
just a fragile touch of wing shared proof
with butterflies
in my hand
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This from the latest prompt at dVerse Poets.
“Hey there fellow scribblers of phraseology! De Jackson here, aka WhimsyGizmo, touching base with you today with my all-time favorite poetry prompt, the Quadrille. If you’re new or need a refresher, the Quadrille is a pocket-sized form of our own creation here at dVerse: a poem of just 44 words (not counting the title) including one word we provide.
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