Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #162'
For whom the bell tolls  (posted by Kim881)

"Today I’d like you to take any meaning or form of the word bell and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word."

They called her Bellorina
though she did not dance
She sang in a cantina
tiny bells did enhance

her dresses that tinkled
on every high note sung
like little silver sprinkles
when heaven’s day is done.

One day she left;
the cantina was bereft.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Bellorina

  1. kim881 says:

    Bellorina sounds like a colourful character with those tinkly dresses, Sara. I’m left wondering, why did she leave the cantina?


  2. msjadeli says:

    I adore this part:
    “her dresses that tinkled…
    like little silver sprinkles
    when heaven’s day is done.


  3. I can see your Bellorina with the little bells stitched to her dress! Cool take on the prompt.


  4. Bill says:

    A wonderful poem with a fine rhythmic feel to it.


  5. How cool the Bellorina sounds! Lovely rhyming, Sara.


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