like erratic balls
given to a child to hush
his displeasure with his coffee-sipping mother
who left him in the nursery
Where it doesn’t matter
that the place is full of colours,
toys and noise.
Gaping loneliness is bouncing –
millions of coloured balls.
(c) 2018, MK
This weird quadrille was written for d’Verse – Quadrille #48 – Bounce. It was my first quadrille, and I’m not sure I did it correctly. For example, what do you do with “a” or with hyphenated words? The obvious solution – check fellow poets’ approach and adopt it. It was a nice challenge.