If there’d not been a picture taken that day of the girl reflected in the plate glass window then my stop would have been insignificant. But when developed in black and white, the picture revealed much more than the eye had seen. As I reflected on her face I decided to stop and returned, picture in hand, to ask for her hand in marriage.
Good day writers,
Today I’ve combined the words from today’s 3WW with a sestina I posted for Poefusion’s Monday Mural.
It’s my first try at a sestina, and more work than I like. Not sure if it’s poetry or not. 😦