Crescendo

           The cold silence quivers, swollen with memories,
           Until, with a flash of cymbals and the thunder of drums,
           It shatters, spilling angry notes from the past to
           Rain over me. They cut like ice shards as they hit
           And flood my heart with pain.

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Written for dVerse Poets Pub where the word of inspiration for a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) is spill.


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Lady Lucretia's Lapse

(Source: WikiMedia Commons)

Lady Lucretia was a model of decorum.

But that summer’s eve the minstrel arrived,

Her dignity skipped merrily away,

With prudence and pride at its side.

With petticoats aflounce and feet aflight,

Showing more pantaloon than propriety,

Her ladyship was no lady that night.

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Written for dVerse Poet's Pub, where Toni serves up "skip" as the prompt for Quadrille Monday. In case you are like me and don't know what a quadrille poem is, it has exactly 44 words.