This Is Not A Puzzle
Those who hunger,
Those who are empty,
Those who love,
Where nothing’s lost
Nothing must be found.
Pride is not pulled down,
But freckles in sunlight
Of love’s voice,
Posted for dVerse, Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title) that contains a form of a specified prompt word. Mish’s magic word this go round is “freckle.” Here is the link to the dVerse prompt.
This poem is also in part an impulsive response to the beautiful Sestina by Victoria C. Slotto called The Castle Within. I found it a masterful example of form and spirit and movingly beautiful. In the comments you will find my rough draft (more than 44 words) fingered into my phone at 3:45 this morning, thoughts still dusky as to why I couldn’t sleep. Victoria’s poem was an ample reward for the insomnia. Here is the link.
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