Tag: quadrille

cold comfort

Covered this poem with just 44 words for Merrill’s quadrille prompt: Blanket

the mothers

The same number of words as bats for Kim’s quadrille prompt: eavesdropping.


Once we wore white petticoatspretty broidered frillsred ones were for cancan girlsand all such naughty thrillsadvancing adolescence saw us slink into silk slipshands that lingered longinglyover breast and hipssurfing all the curved preservesof honeymoon hors d’oeuvres A 44 word ditty that borders on the… Continue Reading “Titillation”