It’s been
months
since his last touch,
she stews
in sweet memory
As each new
sunshine
adds more
to long for
Winter’s
white velvety cloak
finally yields
to red balloons
smoked meats,
and opening of casks
upon first sighting
in the Foothills
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and De (WhimsyGizmo ) challenges us to write poetry using the word balloon in a poem of 44 words, no more – no less,
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #29
The Sunday Whirl | Wordle # 292
Sweet, Touch, Months, Adds, Sunshine, Stew, Cask, Red, Velvety, Smoke, Foothills, Long
I liked the phrase about stewing in memory and how winter’s white yielded to red balloons.
Wonderful use of the 12 given words!. It glides so smoothly!
Hank
This makes for an interesting mashup, for sure. 😉
Cleverly written!
Loved the use of all those words… and how nice to find a place like that.
Paints a picture of something old and ancient for me…Celtic warriors returning from Winters away perhaps.
Lovely rhythm and flow here 😀 especially love; “she stews in sweet memory as each new sunshine
adds more to long for Winter’s white velvety cloak” ❤️
I specially like the use of “stews” in; she stews
in sweet memory
I like your use of the word “stew” here too and you did a great job in using all of the given words.