you scatter your eggshells perfectly
pique purples, buried blues
a mosaic masterpiece
leaving no spaces in between
I picture myself featherweight
my feet barely brushing ground
juking around every jagged chard
gracefully landing between your
heartstrings
there I strum
you forget your famed fortress
This week is the10th anniversary of dVerse Poets Pub!!
Co-founder, Brian Miller is our host and we are thrilled to have him return to help us celebrate. He has offered us the word “juke” for our 44 word quadrilles. The prompt is open all week. Hope you can join in .
mishunderstood 
Oh, this is so beautiful!
I love the closing… breaking that fortress is what music was written for.
Nice. So fragile, the eggshell, but also the connection to the representation of the heartstrings…and then your playing them..it gives new meaning to walking on eggshells…and perhaps in the realization of that being able to reach hearts that would otherwise not be reached…of course i am reading my own experiences into it.. 🙂
Nice verse.
Truly beautiful Mish.
This SO reminds me of a drive and parking lot for Angels in Provincetown. Angels is a deli/grocery/specialty store that sells homemade blueberry muffins, broccoli salads, milk and bread. BUT, the parking lot is totally made of shards of broken porcelain, dishes, etc. You’d never want to walk barefoot in it and it crunches under your bicycle tires or as cars pull out or in.
Ah but here….I (your reader) land between your heartstrings after maneuvering my way through what? barriers you’ve put up? like eggshells…wonderful imaging here.
Nice – I like the image of picturing yourself featherweight and landing between the heartsprings – what a great image
The closing line is such a great stinger. Thanks for sharing!
My goodness this is breathtakingly beautiful, Mish! I love; “I picture myself featherweight
my feet barely brushing ground juking around every jagged chard gracefully landing.” Sigh 💝💝
Juking and jagged work so perfectly … great write, Mish.
I love the lines about “gracefully landing between your heartstrings.” Some fancy footwork needed there. Smiles.
Bellisimo! I bow.
I so love this part Mish:
juking around every jagged chard
gracefully landing between your
heartstrings
Romance requires treading carefully…fabulous write!
A wonderful different approach askance from juke boxes, but equally enjoyable by taking us to the beach!
Sounds like a very pleasant place to be.
Oh my but I love where you went with this Quadrille!
I love what you’ve done with the prompt and the image you’ve used: reminds me of Barcelona and the trencadis mosaics which decorate Gaudi’s famous buildings!
Instantly besotted. What a beautiful poem!!
This is so beautiful with stunning imagery–eggshells to guitar strings. So delicate and the echo of those heartstrings lingers.
The mosaics make me think of the Magic Gardens in Philadelphia, the work of an artist who also has mosaic walls throughout Philadelphia.
Very nice. I’ll never see and egg the same way again. 🙂
Brilliant.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine Mish
Much💜love
It’s so nice you’re really caught his eye and ear
The first line just sucked me right in. Gorgeous poem.
Mish, I so loved this… but now I’m wondering why the fortress is famed! 🙂
Yours,
David
the unravelling of this poem is a delight ending with that fortress now gone. these lines are breathtaking:
I picture myself featherweight
my feet barely brushing ground
juking around every jagged chard
sadly how too many live, you painted it delightfully … it’s beauty and it’s danger!