Here’s wishing you a happy Monday, dVerse poets, and welcome to the pub, which is now open! It’s Kim from Writing in North Norfolk bringing you the Quadrille, when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words. Today, I want you to write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the word revolution.
How many revolutions this time, she thought to herself as she spun the ring again. It was off her finger permanently now, no longer resting proudly as a reminder she was married. Only four? That’s more than the number of years we were together.
Your prose poem reminds me of my first marriage – left a single parent before my daughter was four – and it brought a lump to my throat. How strange that the revolutions of a ring can do that!
The Bag Lady 
I really enjoyed this, Cheryl!
Sincerely,
David
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Thank you
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Your prose poem reminds me of my first marriage – left a single parent before my daughter was four – and it brought a lump to my throat. How strange that the revolutions of a ring can do that!
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Sorry to hear that Kim
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