The Room #Quadrille

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A ruddy gown of
paper hearts
flutter – strewn once across bare
boards – creaking ceased
a long time ago
in this
dimly lit room.
Now, tired paint peels
where love faded and old passions were burned
with the last of the blackest coal.

A Quadrille is a 44 word poem.

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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