Monday, September 30, 2024

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[Ariadne giving Theseus string before he enters the labyrinth] image courtesy dVerse poetry pub

 Quadrille String

You plucked the strings of my heart

Carrying a tune like apples in a cart

Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing

Ours was a melody oh so enticing

Days meandered into weeks without dread

Time took its own path on a journey

so well tread

© gillena cox 2024

16 comments:

  1. Gillena, love the prose here. Reminds me of Shakespeare.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Lisa

      much-♡love

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  2. I love the way you describe apples in this poem, Gillena.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kim

      much-♡love

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  3. the apple motif rewritten here so cleverly as love

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  4. Thank you for your appreciation Laura

    much-♡love

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  5. I love the apple heart, Gillena. How hearty it can be at times.

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  6. Wonderfully, written and a fine tune of apples in a cart.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Truedessa

      much-♡love

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  7. How lovely, Gillena! A tune as fragrant as apples sounds enticing. ❤️

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Punam

      much-♡love

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  8. Love the way you incorporate apples...

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  9. Thank you for your appreciation Björn

    much-♡love

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  10. I love the apples in a cart. Nice one, Gillena!

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  11. A gorgeous love poem, the metaphor of harvested apples says so much!

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