And De asks us to feature the
word quiver in our poetic effort,
in exactly 44 words, of course!
Submitted October 21, 2019
deep in the forest at dark o’clock
I came upon a bubbling caldron
unattended
the black cat watched, the owl said “Who?”
I quivered, my footsteps
suspended
I quivered, my footsteps
suspended
grasping an arrow from ready quiver
I drew my bow, vowing to shoot before I was
upended
I drew my bow, vowing to shoot before I was
upended
An excellent Halloweeny take on the Q word!
ReplyDeleteHa - We both must be thinking Halloween :)
ReplyDeleteI like how the time is described as "at dark o’clock".
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect for the Halloween scene. Also love that dark o'clock.
ReplyDeleteI can see you're ready for Halloween, Bev!
ReplyDeleteI can hear double double toil and trouble... or is that a cackling from below.
ReplyDelete"at dark o'clock" :) I hope your aim is straight and true.
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