with no particular place to go
spring-heeled Jack waltzed along the lane
caught a falling white feather
brushed it soft on his lips
remembered the love
he'd cruelly spurned
clutched his heart
fell down


n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Nine prompt; write a nonet.

CLP 09/04/2022


  1. Love it šŸ–¤

    1. I think I am writing with you in mind… šŸ˜Š Thank you for your continual encouragement šŸ™

      1. Maybe my friend! šŸ˜‰
        Either way you are exceeding anything I can produce. Really enjoying reading as always šŸ–¤

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