When Cupid’s arrow pierced me;
it only nicked your breast,
but left me bleeding, lonely, scared, repenting
left me to my precious mourning;
to my seascape sorrow, frozen and marooned,
left me far from the harbor,
tied to the helm of my sinking ship.
The word for the quadrille at dVerse today is harbor and Lillian hosts. The Quadrille is a 44 word poem that has to include the word of today in the body of the poem.
September 24, 2018