Another new poetry form (for me): a quadrille. A poem of forty-four words. The prompt is fret. I have been sorting through old computer files and just came across this watercolor I painted in college. I imagine the model slowly turning and looking over her shoulder at the viewer. I used to live with a guitar player. The painting and the playing came together to form this quadrille. The line spacing is supposed to be reminiscent of the curves of the spine.
Thanks to Kim881 at dVerse for hosting Quadrille #82—Fretboard of Poetry.