Under tables, under chairs, caught in the fringes of the rug,
Look at the glittering fractals of our love –
Zestful colours, shimmering, shining,
Pieces scattered like confetti, all across the floor,
Zig-zag sides and gentle, curving edges
Eternal puzzle, always seeking to be solved.
I think I’ve invented a new form. An anacrostagram – rearrange the lines to solve the puzzle! Too easy, ha? Well, I did give it away. A fun quadrille for Mish at dVerse.