Although they stand stiffly at attention,
these walls reach out
and hold me safe within their middle.
They stand guardian,
cushioning sound,
deflecting sharp edges.
Lucky me to have their protection.
Foolish me to leave their arms.
Yet the butterfly
soars over and away.
For dVerse Poets “Stand” Quadrille prompt. The only rule for a quadrille poem is that it must have exactly 44 words. If you want to read other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.

