The final night before
she left;
before I knew,
how thin the ice can be;
I had no clue
about her treason-theft;
safe and sound I slept.
Awoke alone, I saw
her message lipsticked
by the phone:
“Darling, you have lost:
game, set, match”
Street Corner by Edward Hopper
Merril hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word is set.
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October 7, 2019
Running in the slow lane
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Not a good situation to be in, Björn, completely unaware of thin ice and treason-theft. But what a waste of lipstick!
Maybe it was my lipstick she used.
🙂
Or maybe she used an out of style color. Treason-theft – that is an interesting combination.
I think I dated that bitch in 1967; nice twist on the prompt.
And thanks for the burst of Abba 🙂
I knew I could count on you to come up with something unique. This made me smile. Thank you!
Nothing like rubbing it in!
Oh, to be made a fool of!
I like the tumbling lines and the the rhymes. Clueless to the end.
And all that’s left is smeared lipstick on the mirror. Excellent Bjorn.
This was great fun — and very creative!
Nice twist to use set that way. 😉
I like your description: “treason-theft”
Nice quadrille with a twist
Perhaps, actually, he won in the end…(K)
Treason or theft, leaves the reader wondering if he might be better without her.
Oh gawd that would be a lonely, angering moment Björn! But it happens everyday somewhere.
Yikes!
Great use of set – so clever to bring that sport term into the bedroom – works on several levels.
Great use of set – so clever to bring that sport term into the bedroom – works on several levels.
Still wondering what she stole. Reminds me of the never-resolved “What’s in the briefcase?” from the movie “Ronin.”
Ah, such a loser, clueless.
I like the word play, the poem is a winner.
I remember this song from my younger days. Set… Match… and was the lipstick bright red??