A Quadrille Poem
Lent, swaying, pitched on his chair, twirling stache, the devils red hair,
Purveying contents, edge of his rocker; curio cabinet/luridness locker,
– Prismatic jarred oddities, of wonder and fright, fingers of sunbeam, lambent light,
Refractions, grotesque and exquisite – patiently planning, his heads own exhibit.
Poem by © Darius the Mate
Written for the dVerse prompt; create a Quadrille, a poem in 44 words, using a form of the word curiosity.
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