“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
How do we hold a precious thing with feathers?
How do we spot the hues in all that’s grey?
How do we break these chains that tether
us with lead of darkness and dismay?
My love, let’s wait for break of dawn and play
some music from our childhood; let us dance
a bedside waltz until we faint in trance.
Today Frank brings us a classic form, Rhyme Royal at dVerse. I wished to tie this a bit to the word of the week at the Quadrille as well. Join us when the bar opens at 9 PM CET.
October 12, 2017