A trifecta (my 2nd try – the first was a flop) of Miz Quickly’s November Quickly Prompts:
Warning: this contains minimal editing!
Didn’t bounce out all the couplets, so the beats within pairs may not match. Think most of the couplets somewhat stand alone and lead into the next.
It borders on epic in length, not strength.
Girl at the Window; Nicholaes Maes
Consider the window, oh, I so truly do
Fresh perspective daily, as old becomes new.
Each day my window vision changes
At night, the moon light rearranges.
One constant, love in my heart remains
And my beau, his twilight vigil maintains.
He knows the colour of my gown a story tells
Red, of how my bosom with deep desire swells.
Brown taffeta, a sigh, sadness that needs I be alone
When, my mother, in her bitterness, keeps me at home
Blue, colour suits me best, shows that all are gone
But hurry, dearest love, I do not know for how long.
I stole a moment with my sweetest, then heard an ungodly shout
With horror we watched, as my mother the window did fall out.
We knew not the folly of our actions, I do solemnly swear
We rushed to her side in fear, not a moment did we spare.
I dressed in black, to mourn the passing on of mother.
Whispered to my beau dearest wait, pray take no other
For not unsimilar to oiling well the rusty garden gate
Unbolted windows cause the too curious to defenestrate.
I consider the window, every moment I really truly do
Tomorrow I marry my dearest, yes dreams come true.