Eos with rosy fingers the curtain parts.
Clouds and mist exeunt stage left.
Key lights: indigo, turquoise, gold, rose.
Protagonist ascends center stage.
Protagonist: (clears throat, scans the audience)
“Arise! Arisen! Arose!
A rose to each;
the beloved of all he chose.”
dVerse – Poets Pub
Bjorn, our host, invites us to write a Quadrille that somehow includes “…the word rose, a wonderful flower, but also a color, a name, a verb (both making something rosy, the past tense of rise). One of the most used (and misused words in poetry… Let’s see the world in rose-tinted glasses or bring forth the thorns…”.