Caged Lines

With yarns

I knit a cover


–writ 1, girl who—

wove a golden weave
some pearl,

some pattern,

some patchwork,

the killer quill’t

I fashioned


to blank-it

chill within

–but certainly let it out

which was fine

(if not fuzzy)


whipped flat

it spread

. . .

lying flat enough

with are-me corners

and strategically arranged cushions

disguising dropped stitches

–and most laughing matter, besides

yet duvet dossier

scratched the wrong itch

tickled the odd bone


the Sunday funnies

most lounge around

to read.


prompt: outlier



About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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