This Monday Björn has challenged us to write a Quadrille of 44 words that has to include the word ‘jar’.
I left ajar the door to evening;
Moths gathered around the light
That jarred the dusk,
Exploding in a cloud of dust,
Startled by a sudden churring,
A ventriloquial, jarring creak
Uttered by a cryptic, mottled streak
Of noiseless flight
In late summer night.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image of male nightjar in display flight found on www.rspb.org.uk