first I was just a wandering stray stumbled across stubble broke a hock on the rocky ground where seeds dried to husks finally fled the fold that took in ingenues silly and sacrificial even with a flock of one, Lord you're always the shepherd
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt: Fold
Nicely done, Laura!
thank you Kim
LOVE this, and so true. Beautiful, Laura.
thanks for such appreciation De and for hosting our fold of poets this time!
I love those final lines… really good.
many thanks Bjorn – a couplet works well as an ending
The final couplet is surprising. I like your use of internal rhyme and alliteration.
a good way to end then
Beautifully crafted, Laura!
many thanks Merril
You’re welcome, Laura!
I think it resembles a ship.⛵️
how surprising though now I think that the title would make a good name for a boat
A very nice write! Great use of the prompt.
many thanks Dwight
It’s a rough world either in a flock or struggling alone. I think the errant ewe is wise in following the shepherd whose “rod and staff comfort.” Deft use of alliteration and assonance.
I prefer that to straight rhyme so thank you for noticing Lisa
You’re very welcome.
The right one is much more meaningful than the wrong crowd. (K)
so true!
Truth! Well said Laura. I enjoyed your quadrille very much.
thank you for your appreciation Carol
Vapid ingenues be gone!!! Beautifully penned quadrille.
ingenues are food for wolves
Amazing end lines.
Much💛love
I knew you might like those 😉
Great alliterative beat. Loved the sound of ‘broke a hock on the rocky ground.’ Well done.
your feedback on the beat of this poem is most welcome – thank you
This piece has such a wonderful flow to it…
Much love,
David
thanks David – now you mention it, it reads like the flow of confession
Yes!