
Photo: Mads Schmidt Rasmussen on Unsplash
She was always one to cause
Quite a bit of stir
In every entrance,
In the very way the air around
Her every move
Would shift
To agitated waiting,
For something breathless
That was not easily worded
Yet nonetheless remained
Indelibly perceived as
Inescapable.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: stir
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