The quadrille is a tiny poem of exactly forty-four words not counting the title.  Today’s challenge from the d’Verse Poets Pub is hosted by De Jackson aka. whimsygizmo who wants us to incorporate the word  ‘fix’ as in “Oh we’re in a fix.”

His Absence


Please come home.

Fix the burned out light bulb,

the burnt-out poet,

the wobbly toilet seat,

your wobbly wife,

the dripping faucet

that only leaks after midnight-

stops on the stroke of six.

If it’s a ghost

please find

an exorcist to fix it.

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6 Responses to Quadrilles

  1. Helen says:

    This is great and resonated with me … the please come home tugs at heartstrings. The things that need fixing …. oh my.

  2. msjadeli says:

    I hope he comes home soon.

  3. Dripping faucets at night… what a terrible ordeal

  4. Well written yet haunting piece. Thanks for sharing.

  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    That dripping faucet does sound ominous.

  6. Beverly Crawford says:

    Great write. Reminded me of the smoke alarm my husband never got installed and stayed on his closet shelf until it emitted low battery beeps at midnight on his birthday four months after he died. Who can explain?

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