undulating curves
enchantress you
unnerve me
perfumed
I’m sacrificed
left
in electric attar
wrung from cinnamon
and midnight rose
in your gaze
the mystery
of a sickle moon
at three am
your voice
stringent, strong
unravels sleep
and bind me
restless
tethered
and enslaved.
Luis Ricardo Falero
De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse today with the word enchant to incorporate in 44 words of poetry.
April 7, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love love LOVE this, especially:
the mystery
of a sickle moon
Sigh. So beautiful.
It sounds so good…. thank you
Bjorn, reading this, I’m not sure if she is a blessing or a curse. Most likely some of both. Good choice of images to go with your enchanting poem.
I am not sure either.
Enchanted indeed, like an addiction, perhaps.
Addiction sounds about right.
I guess sometimes it’s a thin line.
That was my reaction too!
enchsnting quadrille
much♡love
Thank you
Ooo-La-La
Oh my … this is quite the enchanting quadrille, Bjorn. I enjoyed every word!
Enchanting or intoxicating! Perhaps both! Your imagery is vivid and sensual capturing you and us.
Ah an enchantress at 3:00 am not sure if she is real or a dream.
how can we resist? And why would we want to?
Enchantment leading to enslavement! Masterfully crafted.
love “wrung from cinnamon and midnight rose”
Enchanting or seducing, Björn, she knows how to reel a man in. I love the juxtaposition of ‘undulating’ and ‘unnerve’, and the ‘electric attar wrung from cinnamon and midnight rose’.
you had me at cinnamon!
That was amazing, Bjorn! It seems like our minds went to the same place.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Beautifully enchanting! Love “wrung from cinnamon” and “mystery of a sickle moon”.
She seems quite the enchantress indeed. Sensual and evocative~
I love these lines:
in electric attar
wrung from cinnamon
and midnight rose
Really very nicely spun, and very much understand where you went with it…yes, a thin line…