And finally, for the finale…

Running on very little sleep, so I went into epigraph mode when I saw that today’s prompt was farewell:

Nay, I Have Done, You Get No More Of Me

[pace Drayton]

Why yes, I have been spanked by the doors of rooms
I tried to depart from in a queenly huff:
it happens if you live long enough,
just as ancient dust outstays the newest brooms.


My thanks to all of you who’ve read my posts this month, and especially to those of you who have taken the time to comment and encourage! It’s back to a more sedate (~ twice-monthly) posting rate for me, but do please stop by from time to time — I’ve some poems-by-other-people to quote and other tidbits to be shared…