An attempt at a Quatern poetic form. None of these formal verses are generally my typical style but I am really enjoying this new exposure to new writing forms. Read the rules of a Quatern HERE
Her Chaos Bag
You need to pack your chaos bag.
They’ll be coming for us again
and although you seem calm my love
I’m fearful of your apathy.
Please… stop washing dishes my love!
You need to pack your chaos bag!
Calories, maglites and wool thread.
This is for us. Our survival…
I know. But we knew we couldn’t
stay here forever safely. So
you need to pack your chaos bag
and then we’ll find a new home
just for us. Imagine it! You
and I. No more hiding and no
more pretending. Hurry my love!
You need to pack your chaos bag…