Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, the post for Quadrille Monday will go live. It is the first posting for the new year here at the Pub and we are pleased to have Bjorn hosting it. He has chosen the word “curl” to include in your 44 word poem (not including the title). So drop by at dVerse to read these wonderful short poems and to submit your own! I am submitting two poems containing the word “curl”.
the days have knit themselves
into a pattern of sameness –
an afghan in shades of grey.
like the winter sky and trees.
the elderly woman settles down to sleep.
the younger woman brushes the curls off
her forehead and whispers,
Sleep mama, sleep.
I found out today where Nobody’s Cat
goes after I feed him in the morning.
I looked out the back way and
saw him limping laboriously
over the back lawn
crawling under the potting shed.
Brown leaves curl back onto themselves
not showing his passing.