wax translucent about gemstones and full moons,
wrap waves in gossamer twinkles,
love’s courage and dejection tear at us
with fixed card-greeting smiles.
Stuffed to the gills
with cluttersome grandiose:
don’t worry about the meaning!
I’m linking this to dVerse Poets Pub, my first contribution there in a long, long time. The form is one created at the Pub: a quadrille, a poem of precisely 44 words, and the prompt in this case was to contain the word ‘open’. I cheated a little bit with some double-barrelled words, but for much clearer and better poems, do join us over at the Pub!