
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
dead
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Nine prompt; write a nonet.
CLP 09/04/2022
Love it š¤
I think I am writing with you in mind… š Thank you for your continual encouragement š
Maybe my friend! š
Either way you are exceeding anything I can produce. Really enjoying reading as always š¤