She walks in

with slight bite of lip,


of boldness

carefully cultivated,

cover blown on sight.






Maybe it’s just the mead talking to me tonight, but my recent foray into the nonet sparked a renewed interest in poetry and form in my life.  Thus, a trip into the shadorma.  It may or may not be an internet invention.  It may or may not have originated in Spain–details are sketchy.  It was interesting to try to adhere to the syllable scheme and smush myself and my 2000+ word pieces into such limits.





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