I haven’t written anything creative for a while, but was just snagged by dVerse’s prompt for writing a quadrille using the word knot. A quadrille is a poem of 44 words. I’ll admit I tossed this off rather quickly, and it reads a bit rough. (disclaimer! why do I do that?) I rarely write poetry that rhymes thanks to an aversion to Longfellow developed in high school English class.

Business as usual on that gray cold January day
Then a nation watched, tongues caught
Collective hearts in knots
In the end five were dead — we went to bed and dreamed in red
Gallows on Capital grounds the gifts from murderers making their rounds

Two posts in one day… haven’t seen that for a while.

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