Trolling The fisherman would trollthe waters deepA habit he formedHe could not sleep Night after nightpatient for the catchStaring out to seaWilling the batch His nets did trawlBut for naughtA snifter of whiskyFor sleep he thought Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Frank Hubeny is hosting D’Verse Poets Monday QuadrilleHis prompt word is Troll. I chose this definitionContinue reading “Trolling – A Quadrille”
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