The Cow’s Eye
I’d tilt, twist and turn the jar
but the soulless cow’s eye would hide
rolling in the formaldehyde.
Not a blink, nor a wink.
Snakes, lizards, starfish
and embryos of all sorts
from my father’s collection
taught me more than I wished to know.
— by Sabio Lantz (August 2016)
Prompt: Björn, at dVerse Poets Pub, challenges us to write a “Quadrille” — a poem with exactly 44 syllables and to use the word “jar” within the poem. I think I counted correctly.