Brambles

Before our worlds unraveled, then knotted,

Before life pulled our friendship apart,

Untethered our hearts, then shattered,

Do you remember,

Our laughter and blue stained fingers,

Our common goal, our only enemy,

The laden branches and brambles,

At the edge of your grandma’s garden?

44 words for this week’s Quadrille on d’Verse Poet’s Pub. The prompt: brambles.

Get back up

Slid-sideways on marble, fell-tumbled at market

Sucking lemons is better than swallowing bitter pills.

No sleeve’s wide enough to wear that bloody heart.

Pouring sorrows over arching muddles

Like rain flooding gigantic puddles.

Silly isn’t it to waste a day being

bucolic,

melancholic,

alcoholic.

Descending up

Disappointments descend, flutter, circle down, surrounding me

Like autumnal crimson leaves fall to rest at the base of a maple tree

Like layers of discarded, crumbling leaves, covering me up

Like last night’s blankets and denied possibilities

Like last night’s dreams

Disappear      

Like me.

44 words for this week’s d’Verse quadrille prompt: up