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I rise, an unwanted memory
fouling your self-serving thoughts
I interrupt your daily flow
pricking your smug conscience
I stop you in your tracks
like the briar rose snarling
the poorly used path
My thorny words remind you –
the mistake was yours to make
It’s Quadrille time over on dVerse – a poem of 44 words, no more no less. Such a fun idea! Bjorn, our charming host, as invited us to write thinking about ‘rose’, whether it’s a noun, verb or both. I went for both (at least I used the present tense of ‘rose’, which I think counts 😉
Why not head on over to dVerse and immerse yourself in what the poets have offered up this week? You can always take part yourself too!

