I love what you can do with 44 words, Quadrille has become one of our most popular events, and each week i look forward to what it might bring.

Let me start with some Robert Burns:

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

Which is a little longer than 44 words, but which brings us the word rose, a wonderful flower, but also a color, a name, a verb (both making something rosy, the past tense of rise). One of the most used (and misused words in poetry… Let’s see the world in rose-tinted glasses or bring forth the thorns…

If this the first time for you, a Quadrille is a poem in 44 words (excluding the title), that should contain the word of the week. When it’s written, put it on your blog, link it directly to Mr. Linky below. Go around and visit the other linked poems, have fun and smile a lot.