Rose Quadrille – for DVerse

I wore a rose
High at my throat
Loving to catch
The scent of it
From time to time

And then you tore
It from me, as
If I’d stolen it
And crushed it
With your angry feet

And now the scent
Sickens me.

 

Bjorn is tending the bar at the poets’ pub tonight and is asking for quadrilles with the word “rose” in them.

You should take a look at what’s happening over there.