
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 🖤
I think I am writing with you in mind… 😊 Thank you for your continual encouragement 🙏
Maybe my friend! 😉
Either way you are exceeding anything I can produce. Really enjoying reading as always 🖤