DAY 27 - JEWELED JARS




 





NOTE: I was inspired by Kaci Cutshaw Rigby to try a quadrille. 

A Quadrille is a poem that consists of 44 words, no more/no less. You can infuse meter or not. You can introduce rhyme, or not! As long as it is 44 words, you’re golden. I picked a one word prompt to get me started: JARS


JEWELED JARS [27]

September 1954.

I'm sitting on the back steps 

at Golden Lake,

Mother in the kitchen canning 

watermelon pickles, my favorite. 

Rinds cut from sweet red fruit,

eight pint jars in the water bath.

As jars cool, they seal and pop.

We smile each time.



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