my fingers trace / against the stone
my flowers do die; ephialtes / in the
/ a deathbed /
baby’s breath / a dream
/ threnody / & breast
my flowers die
in my garden,
/ mouthing /
of the moonrise.
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This piece was inspired by Jacked Up by Weezer.
Written for the dVerse prompt: “Let’s hop into the garden of words and write a quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title, that uses any form of the word GARDEN.”
I dearly hope you enjoyed the read. I thank you so much.