Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a Triolet – eight lines, a rhyming pattern of abaaabab, similar word count to a Quadrille, so forty-four words.
“Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.” Lynne Raye Harris
She rummaged her Trousseau,
no time like the present
to be wrapped in a bow,
desperately wanting to impress her beau
who she had kept in tow
because he was so magnificent,
just too long she’d kept it slow,
but tonight impassioned and recumbent.
©Paul Vincent Cannon