No conversation in my quarantine
Read a good book
Tell a wild tale about how it will end
I go to a place i feel safe and warm
Irregardless of my disappointment
There is a way to sit pray and lament
dVerse prompt on “inglenook” quadrille and I threw in a cavatina
7 thoughts on “My Inglenook”
Beautiful and evocative.
Love the connection ~~ Gobbledygook and inglenook.
We need that place where we feel safe, especially during this pandemic.
We’ve all had to create an inner sanctuary this year, I think: well put.
I assure you – this poem is no mere gobbledygook! It’s very true and relatable to most of us, I think.
So lovely! Thanks for joining us!
This is absolutely stellar writing 🙂