Cool air sighs
under satin drape
where rivulets of soft undulations
raged an ocean of love
still lingering
undercover in the dark;
moonlight’s soft sheen
skips on ripples, peaks and troughs
of fluttering folds on shined skin,
like laced pansies
spreading over the surface.
Quadrille ~ a 44 word verse.
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Oh so beautiful. I can feel the silk around me.
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Cool. Thanks, Elaine.
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